Ripples spread like silver threads across the river that fed into Azure Bay, each wave stirred by the passage of a magnificent ship—a vessel not built merely for travel, but for declaration. Gilded in fine detail and flying the banner of the ruling line of House El, the ship glided through the water with grace.
Upon the main deck, near the elegantly carved railing, stood two striking women, the wind playing with their garments and hair as if eager to announce their presence to the world. Their grey hair—each strand kissed by moonlight—fluttered in the briny breeze, catching the sun like strands of silk. Both had the golden eyes common to the members of House El, luminous and sharp as hawk's eyes.
