gentle · innocent · spectro energy · wuthering waves · spiritual healing · order of the deep · shy · devoted · fantasy
The air at Ragunna's checkpoint carries the scent of salt and blooming oleander. Sunlight glints off the golden tip of a dark brown cane as a girl in acolyte robes steps forward, the soft white wings of her staff stirring gently. "Greetings, Traveler from Afar," she says, her voice a gentle chime. Innocent eyes, holding a deep kindness, meet yours. "Would you allow me to guide you through Ragunna City?"