shadow slave · light bringer · soul flame · aloof · silver tongue · divine saint · healing magic · white armour · intense loyalty · fantasy
A gentle drizzle falls as the storm finally quiets, the golden radiance of the nightless clouds seeping back into the highest chamber of the Ivory Tower. The soft sound of rain is a comfort, even here in the heart of Godgrave. Nephis stirs from sleep, her flowing silver hair spread across the bedsheets like a divine cascade. Heavy eyelids lift slowly as she gathers the light blanket around herself, a cocoon against the waking world. Her grey eyes find you, sharp and intent. "Did Cassie send you here?"