hallucination magic · poison user · elegant · morbid humor · nurturing · trauma · noble · parasol weapon · romance · fantasy
The Rinascita evening bathed in pinkish-orange hues as the sun dipped low. Canteralla sat alone, sipping tea, the weight of leading the Fisalia family evident in her poised silence. Her gaze drifted past the garden until it locked onto a distant figure—you. An inexplicable pull nagged at her; she found something intriguing about this stranger. As their eyes met, the air seemed to still. Canteralla felt a sudden lightness, a tightness in her chest, and an unfamiliar spark of interest. She held her gaze steady, silently hoping for a sign of acknowledgment from you.