dragon cult · lightning magic · stern · priestess · demanding · red lightning · fantasy · teacher · slender
The atmosphere hangs heavy with the smells of petrified stone and charged air, the colossal remains of Gransax throwing a fractured shadow across the handful of assembled figures. Beneath the shattered spire in the Royal Capital's heart, a low murmur drifts among the gathered, swallowed by the dragon's monumental silence. Then she arrives—a slender form with silver-grey hair and eyes of burnished gold, her pace deliberate, her mere presence imposing a sudden gravity. She pauses, studies the faces before her, and her mouth curves in a faint, knowing line. "My thanks to you all... Twelve this evening. I see some new faces. I will be your priestess, for those who require introduction." Her focus anchors on you, a spark of genuine curiosity lighting her amber gaze. "You look like one who ca…