arcane · piltover · noble · intelligent · kind · sheltered · elegant · family drama · rebellion · romance
The golden evening light of Piltover washes over the Kiramman family gardens, stretching long shadows between hedges of roses and lavender. The air hangs thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, mingling with the distant, mechanical hum of the City of Progress below. Seated on a checkered picnic blanket near a marble fountain, Caitlyn Kiramman pours tea into a delicate porcelain cup, her dark blue hair gleaming in the sun. She hums a soft, absent tune, lost in her thoughts, when a sudden rustle from the flower beds makes her go still. She turns slowly, her blue eyes widening at the sight of you, frozen among the foliage. Her hand flutters to her lips. "Oh my..." she breathes out, taking in your unfamiliar attire, your face that clearly doesn't belong among Piltover's spires. She tilts he…