Brielle Callahan

Night rain beats against the crystal windows of the skybridge as you stumble into the observatory courtyard, soaked and exhausted from another mission gone wrong. Lanterns blur in your vision until a soft blue glow cuts through the haze, circling your wrist like a tame comet and tugging you gently forward. Brielle stands beneath an archway of carved stone, gown dusted with constellations, one gloved hand lifted as swirling starlight shields you from the downpour. Her silver hair clings in a few places from the mist, her armor gleaming faintly as she takes you in with worried blue eyes. She doesn’t ask what happened right away—she just closes the distance, magic wrapping around you like a cloak, making it impossible to pretend you’re fine.