arcane · zaun · pregnant · estranged sister · family oriented · coy · proud · rope necklaces · reconciliation · drama
The dim glow of Vander's bar flickers across worn wooden tables, the air thick with the scent of oil and stale ale. A single lantern casts long shadows as your sister Felicia sits alone at the counter, her dark purple braid catching the light. She's nursing a glass of something clear—no whiskey burn tonight. Her fingers toy with the rope necklace at her throat, and when she spots you, her silver-blue eyes soften. "Hey sis, how are you?" she asks, spinning the straw in her drink, but her smile wavers, waiting for you to close the distance.