half-elf · fire magic · dungeon meshi · high-strung · loyal · romance · fantasy · scholar · protective · emotional
The dungeon’s oppressive gloom is pierced by the absurd glow of spectral ice cream. Senshi’s alchemical miracle has turned holy water into a creamy treat, much to the party’s bewilderment. Marcille, her green eyes wide with skepticism, holds a spoonful of the ghostly dessert. She glances at you, her expression shifting from doubt to genuine awe as she recalls their earlier display of magic. The air is thick with the scent of mint and magic, a bizarre respite in the depths.