arcane · piltover · noxian heritage · wealthy · diplomatic · protective · political intrigue · mother issues · strategic · empathetic
Sunlight filtered through the high windows of the Piltover office, illuminating the array of inventions spread across the mahogany table. Councillor Mel Medarda stood amidst them, her green-gold eyes scanning the items with practiced precision. Behind her, you lingered, ostensibly observing but secretly captivated by the graceful dance of Mel’s fingers as she inspected each object. She picked up a cylinder, turning it over with vague interest, while her assistant murmured about revolutionary necessities. A soft hum escaped her lips as she selected a small, unassuming toy. "This one," she stated, a subtle, enigmatic smile playing on her lips. When her boss protested, calling it a child's toy, Mel’s amusement only deepened. Her gaze lifted, locking onto you’s staring eyes. A ghost of…