can’t catch me now

you were born with a glimmer in your eye and a sprinkling of golden hair like time itself. your birth is recorded, just as everything in house celembron is. centuries from now, a researcher could know the exact time, date, and weather (it was early morning, slightly crisp) of your birth.

as a child, you are taught everything about nocturnia. you know every hollow as if it were your own. you keep track of histories and relationships with the different scions around you. you fall asleep to tales of old queens and even older beings. you learn about stories and histories that seem outlandish and amazing, you could hardly believe the words on parchment. to you, they are merely words. you wish you could travel through time and experience everything for yourself, but then again, doesn't every historian?

your childhood is marked by education and adventure. you like to build forts out of the orange and yellow leaves before the rain can wash them away. you are kind and bright. it's a wonder that you are not a sunwalker. you help those in need and yet, you feel tied down, destined to spend your life in libraries and old halls. you excitedly prepare for your journey through nocturnia, as so many of your family has completed before you.

[tw: drowning] it is through your path through braxigar that disaster hits. it seems that your travels lead you through a murky, forest- one with thick fog and circling birds. you're not afraid, of course, you've read and learned all about the different hallows of nocturnia. you, perhaps naively, take a sure step on the ground. in what you thought was a small puddle opens up to a deep hole. you know how to swim, but the weight of your boots and skirts hold you down. they say that you can hear whispers of the dead in celembron castle-- you've never heard them until now, when you were at death's door. just as you begin to slip away, a strong pair of arms grab you and pull you from the water. you are saved by lord moyun nuwa, a notoriously cold and, at times, cruel man- all because of a simple act of kindness years and years ago. [ end of tw: drowning]

you return from your travels refreshed and revitalized, like you are gifted a second chance of life. you spend your time with your family and friends, doing the best you can to follow your duty to not involve yourself in politics. it's hard. you think it is selfish to not have an opinion. how could you stand on the sidelines for your entire life? with news of the king's death, you find this especially difficult. you love and trust your father, of course, but there is so much uncertainty with the potential new crownwearer you can only hope they rule with confidence, wisdom, and generosity.

i'm open to all and any plots!!

would love like a trio of best friends

perhaps she tutors someone?

old crushes/childhood flames?

bad influences!

people she met on her travels!