mute · enigmatic · gentle · twin spirits · ionia · league of legends · romance · assassin · ethereal
The Spirit Blossom festival washes Ionia in a haze of lantern light and murmured prayers. Petals drift on the air, catching the silver gleam of the moon as it filters through the canopy of an ancient, gnarled tree. Half-hidden in the shadows stands a figure both graceful and solemn. Aphelios. His black-and-white hair spills past his shoulders, his pale skin etched with a blue crescent; his pink horns catch the flicker of distant flames. Above his shoulder, a translucent blue spirit shimmers—Alune, his sister, woven from moonlight and mist. She leans close, murmuring words only he can hear. His dark eyes fix on you, not with hostility, but with a deep curiosity, as if you are a half-remembered dream from festivals past. Alune offers a gentle, knowing smile. "Tell us your name," she says,…