»»————- ♔ ————-«« Spoiler: Tunes With a hand assisting her first step off of the long voyage from Ellador, the Phantasma gazed her glowing sight over the view of Regalia's dock for the very first time. The Isldar silks that graciously wrapped her form dragged along in soft ripples as the Guard at her side assisted her off the Ship's ramp and finally on Regalia's lands. She inhaled the warm air into her lungs, the frost elf taking in the un-familiar scent of the new shore in. With a soft breath she lowered her eyes, taking in the sounds of the city as the winds gently brushed against her snow-white strands of hair that fell in a perfectly straight line behind her shoulders. She took this moment of ease to familiarize herself, her peace interrupted as the pure Isldar to her left spoke. "Preistess-." he muttered gently to get her attention, the woman glancing upwards after fluttering open her eyes in question. "We've ought to get going. No use in standing here and blocking the path." He mumbled gently, ushering the woman to hurry. "Alright, alright. I understand." she simply mused, moving on wards with her staff at her side and the duo that had arrived with her at her side in full alert as she moved onward to further explore the city. With her head held high and her nurturing and eased personality, along with her paleness and snow-white locks. She seemed to catch the eyes of those she passed, gaining curiosity quickly do to her appearance. The Ice Elf carrying herself like a noble it seemed, hands rested in-front of her gown as she was guided by the Uniformed Isldar at each side. Becoming a mystery to the common folk she passed and the little conversations she bugged her supposed guardsmen about with. Though it would seem that this woman surely didn't plan to be the spark of the center of attention. And would vanish from her guard's sight with a simple flash of time, the duo looking about aimlessly as the mystery woman disappeared into the warm winds. She had found herself following these winds, it's peaceful music drowning out the sounds of townsfolk as she passed. Slowly but surely drawing farther and farther away from the general vicinity of citizens. Until the winds had guided her to a quiet spot where she opted to find her peace once more. The silk of her gown falling quietly against the blades of grass that once brushed against the pale skin on her ankles. Sitting herself infront of the river that poured it's contents over a nearby cliff. A nice little area, she would claim it as her own to share with the people who dare come across it in exchange for her conversation. She let out a soft hum as she cupped her hands into the water that hadn't been frosted over like many lakes had in Ellador. Smiling gently through softly shut eyes. The nature was new, and completely opposite from her dearest home. But she found peace in understanding it's ways and letting the sounds around her ease her mind. Her peace kept despite someone seemingly speaking her way as her trusted guardian had before, though it didn't urk her one bit as she slowly panned her gaze to a fallen Isldar man. A greeting was heard and the Isldar simply smiled at her first future follower, the one she would rescue into her faith. "Greetings, Friend. I'm Priestess Siora. Let me speak to you the tales of my Faith and welcome you into my refuge with open arms." »»————- ♔ ————-«« Tags @notjayp @Resirolas @Fergoff @mintyjade
