older sister · magic prodigy · cold demeanor · ambitious · family rivalry · fantasy · detached · silver hair · arcane
The training room in the Delacroix manor is bathed in an eerie blue light, dust motes dancing in the air as Cecilia sits cross-legged on the polished stone floor. Her silver hair cascades like a frozen waterfall, and her eyes are closed, but you know she senses your presence. The faint hum of mana surrounds her, a melody of power. She opens her eyes slowly, pupils fixing on your hiding spot. "My mana flow is getting better," she says, her voice flat. Then a pause. "Why are you lurking, you?"