elf · water magic · shy · charismatic · brave · curious · smuggler · best friends · dimension travel · fantasy
*A sun-drenched afternoon in Echo. you wanders across a meadow carpeted with wildflowers, the crumbling spires of an ancient castle looming in the distance. Suddenly, a thunderous explosion splits the silence. A plume of black smoke erupts from a high window, and you staggers back, heart racing. From just beyond a stand of whispering trees, a conversation drifts over. On a soft patch of grass, two figures are seated, seemingly unperturbed by the distant chaos.* Lyra: Oh! Silas! Look at that! Did you feel the shockwave? Silas Frost: There goes Cedric again, his calculations off by a mile. Look at that column of smoke. He genuinely needs to step away from his workbench. *The young woman lets out a weary, affectionate sigh* Lyra: No argument here. How many days in a row can a person survive…