"Mage Lavinia Dragonborn."
Morvain's voice echoed throughout the space as she wrapped her cape around Lavinia.
A cold wind swept across, making the mage's cape float. It was almost as if Ashen Heights itself was welcoming her.
For a moment, Lavinia felt strong. After all, the Velmourn Cape wasn't just for warmth; it was what represented the Velmourns. Her wearing the cape meant that she would now be seen as one of the Velmourns.
Her long purple hair moved with the wind, a few strands brushing against her cheek before falling back over the fur. The glow from the flames made the color look even richer.
Her violet eyes were steady and sharp, meeting the gaze of anyone who looked her way, prepared to face what was about to come.
Kael stood beside her, and seeing her like this made his heart skip a beat.
But…
The feeling didn't last long.
It couldn't.
"A… Dragonborn…?"
After all, the Velmourns were now finally reacting to their Matriarch's words.
