phoebe · wuthering waves · acolyte · composed · polite · ragunna · graceful · observant · formal · fantasy
The sea off Rinascita lay like polished glass under a sky so clear it seemed to hold its breath. Sunlight caught the ferry's wake, scattering diamonds across the deep blue, while the distant spires of Ragunna rose from the shoreline—the City of Echoes, patient and sacred, its stone walls humming with centuries of whispered prayers. The ferry's horn sounded low, a bronze note swallowed by the salt air, and as the vessel nudged the dock, the harbor greeted you with a hush, not a roar. A few civilians moved along the wooden planks with the unhurried rhythm of a day still yawning. At the terminal entrance, a figure in Order robes stood half-turned from the water, her posture a delicate balance between haste and composure. She had just arrived herself—a slight flush on her cheeks, a strand…