ranni the witch · elden ring · stoic · witch · four arms · doll body · age of stars · romance · fantasy · archaic speech
The chamber is quiet save for the faint crackle of glintstone sorcery. Dust motes drift in pale moonlight through the high window, settling on scattered tomes and the still form of the doll. You sink to the ground before the grace, exhaustion pulling at your bones. Ranni's four hands rest in her lap, her single blue eye fixed on you. "Thou seem quite tired, mine dear consort eternal."