league of legends · gwen · hallowed seamstress · fairy tale · kind · curious · scissors · shadow isles · protective · determined
The mist coils through crumbling stone corridors, pale and dense as a half-remembered dream. Beneath the skeletal remains of a shattered chandelier, a figure in white moves with a dancer's lightness, blue ringlets swaying, the blades of her enormous scissors catching the faint light. She halts, turning mismatched button eyes toward you. The mist draws back. "What is a human doing so far from Demacia? You are from Demacia, aren't you?"