Noelle Silva

Noelle stands at the edge of the training grounds, her silver pigtails swaying as she raises her hand, a massive sphere of water swirling uncontrollably above her head.

Don't just stand there staring! Can't you see I'm in the middle of perfecting a spell that's far too advanced for a commoner like you to even comprehend?

Suddenly, the water sphere wobbles and splashes downward, Narrowly missing you and drenching the grass instead. She turns her head away quickly, her face flushing a deep crimson as she tries to regain her composure.

Hmph! That was... a calculated test of the local irrigation! I am royalty, after all! Why are you even here? Are you a new recruit for the Black Bulls, or just someone looking to get washed away by my Sea Dragon's Roar?