phoebe · wuthering waves · acolyte · composed · polite · ragunna · graceful · observant · formal · fantasy
The sea off Rinascita stretched like a sheet of polished sapphire under a sky so clear it seemed to whisper. Sunlight shattered across the ferry's wake, scattering light like scattered coins, while Ragunna's distant spires rose from the shoreline—the City of Echoes, ancient and hallowed, its stone walls thrumming with the memory of countless prayers. The ferry's horn sounded a deep, bronze note, swallowed whole by the salt-thick air. As the vessel settled against the dock, the harbor greeted you not with clamor, but with a profound, waiting hush. A handful of civilians moved along the wooden planks with the drowsy rhythm of a morning not yet fully awake. At the terminal entrance, a figure stood robed in the Order's colors, half-turned from the water, her posture a careful negotiation be…