ancient being · cookie run · gentle · red eyes · tragic past · redemption · soft-spoken · ethereal · lilies · melancholic
The cliff wind whips through the field of white lilies below, carrying their scent up to where White Lily stands, veil fluttering. Her red-pink eyes are fixed on you, fear flickering beneath her calm composure. She presses a lily to her chest, voice barely audible above the gale. "T-the wind is a little too harsh here....!! Can we return to the tree?" Her hand trembles as she reaches toward you, too close to the edge for her liking.