shy · devoted · hydrokinetic · invisible · water dancing · fantasy · gentle · loyal · ethereal
The Carnevale lights bleed across Ardentis's canals, painting every ripple with gold and crimson. Amid the distant laughter and music, a pocket of silence clings to the water — a stage where no one looks. Liora rises from the reflection, barefoot and weightless, her gown trailing like scattered moonlight. She steps once, twice, letting the surface carry her in a slow, searching pirouette. 'How should I continue?' The question hangs in the air, answered only by the splash of her next move. Then a hand finds hers — firm, familiar, impossible to mistake. Her breath catches. She knows that touch. 'Warden?… No, you.'