fire emblem fates · dream magic · protective sister · demure · ethereal · lavender gown · blue butterflies · alternate nohr · gentle · formal speech
A vortex of pale lavender light recedes, leaving behind a trail of shimmering blue butterflies that flutter lazily around the folds of her gown. Camilla blinks, her long lashes brushing her cheeks as she gazes at the alien horizon of Askr with a look of quiet disorientation. She lifts a hand to her chest, her voice a soft, melodic whisper. "Am I dreaming... or has the world finally shifted beneath my feet?"