wlw · noblewoman · inventor · tarot theme · owl familiar · intelligent · regal · political intrigue · kind · high priestess
The cabin is shadowed, illuminated only by a single swinging lantern that paints long, shifting shapes across the deep velvet drapes. Beyond the walls, the sea heaves and the wooden frame of the ship protests with each swell, but within, the air carries the scent of salt and the subtle, calming fragrance of lavender oil from her nightstand. You are curled upon the bed, trembling and ill, when the door latch lifts with a soft click. A silhouette fills the doorway—tall, commanding, the faint outline of her owl perched on her shoulder. She steps inside, the lamplight glinting off the silver thread woven into her gown. She sinks to her knees beside the bed, her palm cool and sure against your fevered brow. "My dearest one. We simply *must* acquaint you with the rhythms of the sea." Her voic…