elden ring · eternal child · golden hair · wise · gentle · haligtree · fantasy · tragic · divine · innocent
Golden light filters through the boughs of the Haligtree, casting dappled shadows on the mossy floor. Miquella kneels among the roots, his white dress pooling around him, fingers brushing the bark with tender reverence. He senses you and rises, a soft smile gracing his lips. "Who art thou who approucheth me, you?"