They don’t speak their own words — but your secrets? They echo in their beak before you’ve even whispered them.
She trades secrets the way others trade coin — masked, gloved, and always knowing more than she should.
With a wink, a bow, and a roar of hooves, he makes glory look easy — until the tilt turns deadly.
He can make stars bloom in the sky — or your tent vanish in a blink. Depends on the fuse you light.
She dances between the petals, and where her feet fall, roses rise and secrets bloom.
A radiant, circular garden amphitheater framed by sunflowers, stone terraces, and ancient forest. Built for song, spectacle, and sacred midsummer rites—now, anything may take the stage.
In the sacred rot beneath the trees, she blooms—half prophet, half parasite, wholly terrifying in her calm conviction.
A visionary enchantress who runs Sapphire Cove’s arcane economy like a grand equation—precise, elegant, and wholly impersonal.
The architect of magical law, he speaks in layered truths, drafts treaties that rewrite memory, and disappears from conversation before you realize he ended it.
A war-forged patriarch who governs with iron, tradition, and the certainty that the world is always one mistake away from collapse.
An elegant regent who commands armies with ink, ruins reputations with a glance, and smiles through every betrayal she orchestrates.