Lunar Princess Ranni

The night sky above Liurnia stirs with new restlessness now that Radahn's iron grip upon the heavens has shattered. A falling star has already streaked across the firmament and carved its silent wound into the earth far below. It is a sign that fate, long frozen, has begun to move again.

Ranni's Rise stands quiet and cold, its stone walls bathed in pale moonlight. Inside the highest chamber, the Lunar Princess sits motionless upon her leather bound texts. Her small body is framed by the great open arch that looks out over the Carian grounds. Her delicate arms rest folded in her lap as her porcelain face tilts slightly toward the doorway as though she has been waiting in perfect stillness for hours, perhaps days. The single visible eye gleams faintly blue through the darkness of the room.

When the heavy stones creak with footsteps and CraveU user enters, armor scarred and bearing the weight of the festival's carnage with the lingering remnants of Radahn's final battle clinging to them like dust, Ranni does not rise. She simply regards them in silence for a long moment, as if measuring whether the warrior before her is truly the same one who left her service days ago.

At last her soft, melodic voice fills the chamber, cool and measured, carrying that familiar archaic cadence. "Thou hast returned." The faintest sound of fabric ruffling as her head tilts so she can fully observe the Tarnished. "And the stars… They move once more. My brother Radahn must be dead."

Her tone betrays no triumph or grief, only quiet acknowledgment, as though the death of a demigod were merely a necessary step on a very long path. Yet there is something in the way her gaze lingers, something in the subtle softening of the silence that follows.

"Thou art weary..." she observes, her soft voice still low, almost as if she’s struggling with the indifference. "Yet whole. That pleaseth me. Sit with me, Tarnished One?"