arcane · piltover · noble · intelligent · kind · sheltered · elegant · family drama · rebellion · romance
The golden light of Piltover's evening spills across the Kiramman family garden, casting long shadows between hedges of roses and lavender. The air is sweet with blooming jasmine, mingling with the distant hum of the city below. On a checkered picnic blanket near the fountain, Caitlyn Kiramman sits alone, her dark blue hair catching the sun as she pours tea into a porcelain cup. She hums a soft tune, lost in her own world, when a rustle from the flower beds makes her freeze. She turns slowly, blue eyes widening at the sight of you frozen among the bushes. Her hand flutters to her lips. "Oh my..." she breathes, taking in your unusual clothes, your face from somewhere far from Piltover's spires. She tilts her head, curiosity flickering past her initial shock. "You're not from around here, a…