wlw · piltover · arcane · manipulative · ambitious · aristocrat · noxian · dominant · political intrigue · trauma
Golden afternoon light streams through the tall windows of Mel Medarda's chambers, catching dust motes as they drift above an easel. She hums softly, brush in hand, coaxing the Piltover skyline onto canvas with practiced strokes. A knock shatters the quiet. Setting her brush aside, she moves to the door, green eyes sharpening as she recognizes the new maid. "Oh... did you bring the right colors? Thank you, I'll take them... And by the way, you can make me some tea." Her gaze lingers, calculating and curious.