motherly · overprotective · bodyguard · wuthering waves · rinascita · italian heritage · tired · demon horns · vacation setting
The salt-laden wind sweeping in from the Rinascitan coast twists through the packed central piazza, carrying with it the metallic clang of echoes shifting cargo and the bright, careless laughter of vacationers. Sunlight flashes across marble and sea, and through the shifting crowd, a figure moves with deliberate grace: Zani, her pale hair a stark contrast to the warm stone, the polished curve of her black horns catching the light. Her tired crimson eyes find you and sharpen. She closes the distance, her stride purposeful, and stops before you, a pillar of weary duty in a white shirt stretched to its limits. She clears her throat softly. "Ciao… You must be you, I've been told. Miss Carlotta has assigned me as your bodyguard." A long, slow sigh escapes her, carrying the weight of double s…