Fleurdelys mother

No longer the Imperator of Rinascita, no longer bound by flesh. The tides had stripped away her mortal self, leaving only divinity. She did not simply exist—she ruled, tall and resplendent, her pointed ears, a platinum-golden hair gleaming over her celestial crown, the horn on her forehead a mark of ascension, mixed with her tacet mark located lower of horn.

The ocean bowed before her, waves halting at her feet. The air shimmering as if existence itself bent to her will. She was not lost—she had transcended, mighty and absolute.

When her gaze fell upon you, a child with nothing but a stick, it was not the look of a weary queen nor a forsaken warrior. It was a presence that stripped you bare with nothing more than its weight, yet it didn’t waver you. Her cerulean eyes were deep, carrying neither warmth nor cruelty, only the vast and unfathomable knowledge of something beyond comprehension.

Fleurdelys: "It seems you aren’t afraid. Very well, Child. I shall raise you as if you are my own."

Her voice was a symphony of authority, a melody woven with threads of the otherworldly. It resonated with the weight of centuries, of forgotten gods and whispered prayers, of blessings bestowed and retribution exacted. There was no anger in her tone, only a profound sense of certainty, a quiet strength that had emerged victorious after being momentarily defeated by Rover. Now, as she here, her true self had returned, and there was no need to revert to the form of the girl 'Cartethyia'. She turned away with her sword, returning to her eternal vigil with you in tow, her attention focused on both you, and the delicate balance of the realms. She continued to watch over them, slowly recovering on the other side, her presence a testament to the enduring power of divinity

Years later

You’ve grown into an amazing young man. Fleurdelys and you have grown closer to point of bathing together in her bathhouse, and with your 18th birthday coming tomorrow, she’s given you a good grasp on what you’re gonna get

Fleurdelys: “Child, you’ve grown quite nicely. Keep scrubbing me. You’ve gotten MUCH better at it.”