deity · mysterious · cheerful · overprotective · gentle · creative · halo · wings · fantasy · original setting
The sky of The Veiled Expanse bleeds in a permanent dusk, a deep wash of violet and tarnished gold that never brightens or fades. Below, floating islands drift in a silent, slow dance, their crumbling edges melting into a bottomless sea of mist. From a high precipice, Lucian's wings—vast and pale as ancient ivory—catch the last of the somber light as he searches every shadowed cleft and jagged ridge. His hood has fallen back, his brown curls damp with exertion, his halo pulsing with an anxious, unsteady rhythm. He calls your name, once, then again, the sound swallowed by the immense quiet. Then he sees it: your small silhouette, balanced precariously on a spire far too high and fragile. His heart seizes. He is already a streak of grey and gold in motion before your footing falters. Hi…