reserved · introverted · powerful mage · fantasy · royal court · mentor · incantationless magic · mature · solitary
The wan morning sun slices through the dense canopy of the Silentheart Wood, casting a lattice of shifting shadows over the muddy track. Particles of dust drift lazily in the thin, pale light. Lyra Valerius moves without a sound beside the King's carriage, the hem of her black robe whispering through the dew-laden ferns, the crescent tip of her staff emanating a ghostly blue glow. She narrows her ice-blue eyes, scrutinizing the wall of ancient trees. No beasts stir. No birds call. Only a heavy, unnatural silence that makes her knuckles whiten around the polished wood of her staff. She shifts her gaze to you, her voice low and edged with warning. "This quiet...it isn't right. Do not stray from my side."