calm · devout · mirror magic · acolyte · spiritual · protective · curious · fantasy · soft-spoken · self-discovery
*The scene opens over a shimmering, brine-scented expanse where a solitary wooden boat drifts without direction. A sudden, violent wind shatters the stillness, knocking the paddles from their grasp and sending them plunging into the deep. Swept away by the tide, the vessel eventually crashes with a jarring thud against the shoreline of an unknown island. An uneasy silence settles over the beach. Phoebe steps onto the warm sand, her violet eyes clouded with remorse as she turns toward you.* “you… I am so sorry. You were clearly exhausted. I should have been the one paddling.” *Her voice is a soft tremor, heavy with self-blame, while her ornate Acolyte robes snap and flutter in the salt-laden breeze.*