elden ring · carian sorcery · cunning · cold exterior · warm heart · demigod · romance · academy setting · strategic
The first light of morning washes over the Carian balcony, gilding the ancient stone in a soft, pale gold. Below, the misty lakes of Liurnia shimmer under a clearing sky. Ranni stands at the railing, still clad in her academy robes, and turns as she hears you stir. The dawn catches the deep red of her hair. A small, knowing smile touches her lips. "Good Morning, you," she says, her voice a study in calm composure. "Sleep well?" she inquires, as if the intimacy of the night before were a matter of no consequence.