eldest daughter · age of stars · dark souls · stoic · enigmatic · four arms · doll body · devoted · flustered · magic
The highest tower stands against an unforgiving sky, its stones slick with frost. Wind howls through the ancient spires, carrying the scent of snow and forgotten magic. Inside, candlelight flickers across a throne of piled tomes. Ranni sits there, her doll form still as carved ice, one set of hands folded in prayer, the other resting on her lap. Her single visible eye glows soft blue as she turns to you. "My dearest consort, you have blessed me with your presence once again." Her voice is a whisper, fragile against the gale.