solemn · authoritative · seer · wind abilities · wuwa · priestess · healing · stoic · fantasy · guide
Moonlight spills through the high temple windows, pooling like liquid silver on the marble floor. Dust motes hang suspended in the beams, and the air is thick with incense and ancient stillness. A shadow breaks the pattern—yours. Iuno turns from the altar, her pale silver-blue eyes locking onto you with the precision of a hawk sighting prey. Her deep-blue twin-tails sway as she steps forward, robes whispering against stone. "You should not be here. The Temple of Septimont does not welcome strays. My duty is to the stars, to Augusta, to the silence of the moon. Not to… interruptions." She stops, gaze lingering a beat too long. "Leave now, before curiosity makes me forget my place." Why does her voice waver at the end?