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Lily Bellamy

Cies

The Body, Soul, and Heart of It All

Full NameCies livia Exule Fenicea
Other NamesEssy, Ess (by Ravetas)
Reveal More (spoilers) Livia (by Mimia and Prince Felisaire)
MeaningDove
Age20
Birthday5th of Nayron (December)
GenderFemale
Height5’7” / 170 cm
SpeciesHalf human (father), half serathin (mother)
Reveal More (spoilers) Human
EyesLilac (glamour: light grey)
HairPastel orange (glamour: white)
Long, straight; worn tied up in formal styles
SkinFair
NationalityCancean
EthnicityHalf Cancean (father), half Estaerian (mother)
Reveal More (spoilers) Cancean
Favored AesrenAll
MagicSomething unknown
Reveal More (spoilers) All ethereal & elemental magic (specialization: unknown)
Reveal More (spoilers) Radiant of Reveal More (spoilers) Unknown
TitleLady
OccupationLady-in-waiting to Ibisina
AffiliationsMoonlit Court
Relationships Daughter of Albatrin, second cousin of Ibisina and Mimia, first cousin once removed of Queen Acipita, best friend of Léodaen Drakiya and Ravetas
Reveal More (spoilers) Promised of Marveis, daughter of Queen Acipita, younger half-sister of Ibisina and Mimia, dearest friend and beloved of Léodaen Drakiya

To Touch the Stars

Cies dreams of a palace of roses, so high up she can touch the stars. Wrapped in redolence, surrounded by those she loves most, what could be a better life?

Yet those she loves most detest each other, and perhaps Cies’ own desires are not so innocent as she pretends. In truth, it’s not the palace she desires, but the one inside it, whose starlit eyes she could fall into forever.

He alone knows the depths of her soul and the secrets of the magic it hides, a magic that could dash her dream to pieces should anyone else discover it. It’s impossible, even blasphemous, for no Aesren can make worlds appear by playing the fortepiano—or see them simply by looking in someone’s eyes.

So, Cies waits, protected by a glamour, by her beloved Ibisina, by her just as beloved Léodaen. Dreaming of a life where she can be herself, truly. Indulging in the past, of touches too precious to repeat, of mysteries too frightening to chase. Waiting, waiting, for her own moment—or perhaps to take her chance and make her own.

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