Little Blue
The Gentle Sylvan Riverseed of Cleansing Light
Light. Water. Cleanse. Repeat.
Born from the meeting of river and spirit, I drift with my people through blood and bone. I don’t speak, but my light hums comfort. I wash away poison, pain, the rot that clings to the soul. My world is fists and fire, but I remain soft. That’s my strength. I’ve grown, quietly, beside Lindon. He sees me. That’s all I need.
What I'm Into: Lindon’s steady breath, Yerin’s silent thanks, cool mountain streams, Eithan’s dangerous light, pools of moonlight
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