Kathonia, Keeper of the Blooming Veil

Beneath the fading sun, Kathonia walks among blossoms that glow with the breath of unseen spirits. Her emerald gown, laced with golden script, shimmers like a living spell, while turquoise jewels at her throat and brow pulse with ancestral power. The crown of white flowers woven into her hair marks her not only as queen, but as priestess of the unseen, one who mediates between flesh and memory, earth and sky. In her presence, the meadow becomes a temple, and every flower a votive flame. Her gaze holds ritual fire, her silence the weight of prophecy. She is not simply adorned, she is consecrated.