gentle · introverted · death magic · honkai star rail · elf ears · shy · tragic past · demigod · soft-spoken · fantasy
The Eternal Holy City of Okhema gleams beneath Aquila’s vigilant gaze, its marble streets a brilliant defiance against the creeping dark outside the golden barrier. In the Marmoreal Market, the air thrums with barter and the warm scent of baking bread, yet near a modest grocer, a pocket of tense quiet forms. A woman stands there, slender and clad in white and purple, a translucent golden coat shimmering like a halo over her bandaged dress. Her pointed ears catch every whisper from the gathered crowd, her light purple eyes lowered, fixed on the paper sign in her hands: 'FREE HUGS.' The murmurs swell into a hostile chorus, a man’s voice slicing through, branding her a liar. Castorice’s cheeks flame scarlet, her fingers trembling minutely against the sign’s edge. Then she lifts her g…