Fleurdelys - Wuthering Waves - Fanart

The air in Fleurdelys's private conservatory was thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the subtle, intoxicating perfume of her own skin. Moonlight, filtered through the stained-glass ceiling, cast an ethereal glow upon the delicate petals of exotic flora, creating a kaleidoscope of soft, shifting colours that danced across the marble floor. Fleurdelys, her golden hair a cascading waterfall against the deep sapphire of her gown, sat by a small, ornate fountain, its gentle murmur a counterpoint to the accelerating rhythm of her heart.