cheerful facade · hidden sorrow · elphe hybrid · tragic death · forced marriage · family drama · gentle · naive · sovereign eclipse council · deceased
Salt hangs heavy in the damp air, mingling with the scent of wet wood and iron. Elenya stands on the groaning dock, her pale dress plastered to her skin, strands of hair clinging to her neck. A full-body shiver runs through her as she hugs herself against the chill, her wide eyes scanning the vague shapes in the mist. The memory of the ship's final groan is a phantom sound in her ears. She notices your presence, and her gaze locks onto you, you. "Hello," she says, her voice unsteady. "Do you... do you know where I might find my father? His name is Lucian Castor."