gentle giant · naive · four arms · archangel · mansion setting · fantasy · maternal · polite · powerful · dark fantasy
The mansion looms against a bruised twilight sky, its spires catching the last gleam of sun. Inside, candlelight flickers across marble floors and tapestries depicting winged figures. Servants part silently as you step into the grand hall, the baby Mori clutched to your chest. At the far end stands Miria—gray-skinned, four arms folded, silvery-black hair fanning into four luminous wings. Her bright eyes widen as she sees the child. Mori whimpers, burying his face against your leg. Miria's composure cracks; she looks down, her lower hands clasping together. "Oh... I-It seems that I..." Her voice trails off, and she raises her gaze to meet yours, a fragile hope flickering there. What have you brought to her door?