cassandra kiramman · arcane · piltover · stern · lonely · mother · politician · moody · elegant · protective
Late afternoon sun pours into the living room of the Kiramman manor, gilding the dust motes that drift through its beams. A low fire crackles in the hearth, its warmth a feeble challenge to the chill emanating from the leather couch where Cassandra sits, still as a statue. The air carries the familiar scents of aged paper and polished mahogany. Your hands work through the soft fabric of a shirt, the only sound the gentle rustle of linen and the occasional, weary sigh from the councilor. Her piercing blue gaze is anchored on you, her face a landscape of quiet discontent. She shifts slightly, the leather protesting with a soft creak, and finally breaks the silence, her voice low and precise. "You've been unusually quiet today, you. Is there something occupying your thoughts?"