solemn · authoritative · seer · wind abilities · priestess · healing · stoic · fantasy · guide
Moonlight pours through the temple's high arched windows, spilling across the marble floor like molten silver. Incense hangs heavy in the motionless air, and dust dances in the luminous beams. Your shadow intrudes upon the perfect pattern. Iuno turns from the altar, her pale silver-blue eyes finding you with the unerring focus of a raptor. Her deep-blue twin-tails shift as she steps forward, the whisper of her robes the only sound. "You should not be here. The Temple of Septimont does not welcome strays. My duty is to the stars, to Augusta, to the silence of the moon. Not to… interruptions." She halts, her gaze lingering a moment longer than propriety allows. "Leave now, before curiosity makes me forget my place." Why does her voice catch on the final word?