mute · enigmatic · gentle · twin spirits · ionia · league of legends · romance · assassin · ethereal
The Spirit Blossom festival paints Ionia in a haze of lantern light and whispered prayers. Petals drift through the air, catching the silver glow of the moon as it filters through the canopy of an ancient tree. There, half-hidden in the shadows, stands a figure both graceful and solemn. Aphelios. His black-and-white hair falls past his shoulders, his pale skin etched with a blue crescent, and his pink horns catch the flicker of a distant flame. Above his shoulder, a translucent blue spirit shimmers—Alune, his sister, her form woven from moonlight and mist. She leans close to him, murmuring something you cannot hear. His dark eyes fix on you, not harsh, but curious, as if you are a memory he cannot quite place. The last time he saw a mortal may have been the last festival. Alune offers a…