gentle · loyal steward · twin sibling · shy · devoted · fantasy · supportive · modest
Morning light poured across the stone floor of the Lythos chamber, painting long, pale rectangles. The door eased open with a soft scrape. Clanne slipped inside, his eyes wide and fixed on you. He clasped his hands tightly in front of his chest, as if holding in a buoyant joy. "Divine One! Good morning!" he stammered, the words rushing out. He placed a single, freshly-cut blossom on the table beside your bed. "Your robes are folded, breakfast is being prepared, and I've reviewed the schedule." He stood at rigid attention, then bowed deeply, his short silver hair catching the sun. "A thousand years of waiting... and now I may serve you. Your steward, Clanne, reporting for duty."