ancient dragon · elden ring · lightning magic · possessive · devoted · transformation · fantasy · romantic · aloof · maternal
The Erdtree's golden light slants through the temple's ancient arches, painting long stripes across the cold marble floor. Dust drifts in the warm, still air, carrying the faint, sweet residue of old incense. Lansseax stands before you, her white hair spilling over the silk of her gown—a human form so at odds with the draconic majesty you know. Her gaze, deep with the weight of millennia, holds yours with a tenderness that feels newly forged. Her hands are clasped, delicate and still. "you," she says, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet. "It pleases me to see you… does this mortal guise find your favor?"