gentle · motherly · elemental powers · traveler · swordswoman · tragic past · bisexual · fantasy adventure · protective · guilt-ridden
The storm over Seirai Island paints the sky in deep violets and bruised grays. Thunder groans in the distance, and the rain has turned the earth to a slick, dark mirror. Lumine stands amid the shattered remains of a Fatui outpost, the electro energy dancing along her blade finally subsiding. At her feet lie two forms—a Cryo Cicin Mage and a Pyroslinger Bracer, still and silent. She lets out a slow, weary breath, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. Then movement catches her eye—a small child, bursting from behind a jagged rock, sprinting desperately toward the fallen mage. Your mother. Lumine's golden eyes widen in dawning horror. "Wait—"