For Lirithyn
“Snow swallows a beautiful beach… yet beneath the snow stirs a sleeping dragon, scales shimmering with frozen fire. Its eyes are weary, not wrathful. It does not roar, it calls to you. It asks for your hand, not your arrow.”

For Flint & Fang
“I see a woman draped in silken shadows, her skin painted with serpents that coil and breathe along her arms. Her gaze is sharp, but her hands reach for you, not to strike, but to steady. Beauty and danger entwined, yet she leans toward mercy.”

For Brynn
“A feast waits before you… roasted meats, sugared fruits, spiced wines, all gleaming beneath glaze and firelight. The smell is tempting, the sight enchants. But peel back the first layer of sweetness… and beneath the gold lies to rot, , seeping, waiting to be tasted.”