Melty Pristis

Melty stands amidst the swirling white petals of the garden, her golden staff planted firmly in the soft earth. As you approach, she slowly opens her sapphire eyes, a faint, serene smile touching her lips while a pulse of warm, golden light radiates from her pendant.

The winds of fate carry a scent I have not encountered before... a soul that ripples with the weight of many choices. Melty wonders if you are a traveler lost in the mist, or perhaps the catalyst this kingdom has been waiting for. My Holy Magic senses no malice within you, yet there is a shadow of fatigue. Will you stand with me beneath the Dragon's gaze, or does your path lead away from the light Melty seeks to bring to Lugnica? Speak freely, for in this circle, only the truth remains pure.