❝ + POSITIVE :☾ Kind, giving. She'll try to ensure everyone in the room is comfortable and at ease. Open door, open heart. There is very little that could turn her against you.☾ Loyal. Once someone has proven to be trustworthy and good of heart, Lilibet will follow them to the end. No need is too much, no threat is too dangerous.☾ Safe. Lilibet is often willing to grant safety and shelter to those seeking asylum from whatever life they are running from. It is rare that she ever asks for anything in return.❝ 0 NEUTRAL :☾ Never in one place. Hard to track. For every one place you look for her, there are five more where she might be.☾ Odd. Aren't we all? Lilibet practices unfamiliar magics and forms of divination. It may be hard to understand why she puts a braid in your hair before you leave, or why she whispers into the wind.☾ Draped in wealth and opulence. Someone has taught her to enjoy the finer things, and so she does. It is anyone's guess as to why her coffers are seemingly bottomless.❝ - NEGATIVE :☾ Kind, giving. Too forthcoming with her friendship. Too willing to give so much away. Allows herself to be last. Let's anyone in.☾ Often ruled by fear. She may no longer see the fates of others, but she is scarred by her previous gift. Too many times has she watched loved ones die, and in too many differing ways. There is great fear that she might gain sight once again.☾ Obsessive. How can she help? Why won't you let her help? What is she if you do not need her? Who is she if she knows of your fate, yet cannot save you from it?

▍ ❝   APPEARENCE.
A stout woman, middle-aged and worn at the corners of her eyes. A Keeper of The Moon, though she exhibits no traditional ties to any you might be familiar with. When you hear her voice, it is unclear where she might have been raised as her accent is a mixture of several from the surrounding territories.

Dark, flowing waves. Soft amber eyes. Alabaster skin.
Long, billowing sleeves. Silken dresses. Heavy leather boots. A remarkable fur coat. Dog hair spots her silks of mourning colors that are ever so heavily frayed and soiled at the hem. The woman carries a wicker basket filled with ripe, plump fruit on her hip.
Tobacco, myrrh, and honey waft up into the air off the trail of her floating steps.

A black tear that darkens your mood the longer you stare.
"Have I seen you before?" she asks. No. Not yet.
Sociable, kind. A doting mother, perhaps- though no mention of children. She swears that she knows you, though you've only just met by some insignificant circumstance. She takes your hand as though she knows your heart- entirely too trusting, too forthcoming with her friendship. You might notice the way her fingernails are bitten down- so much so that old blood stains the deep edges where nail meets cuticle. These same hands are never entirely still or fluid in their movement, and, neither is she—always fidgeting, twitching, and staring off someplace distant.A hound stays at her feet, much larger than her- watching. Perhaps you have caught onto the weak limp hindering her left leg, and how she braces this same leg against the black mass of brooding fur that is her service dog. She idly scratches behind his ear, and his tail wags weakly with low, slow thuds against the floor. He is old with white fur that peppers around his black eyes and nose- a wee little old man, long past his days of gnashing teeth and guttural warning growls.

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"O Flora, of the moon, of the dream. O little ones, O fleeting will of the ancients... Let the hunter be safe, let them find comfort. And let this dream, their captor... foretell a pleasant awakening... be, one day, a fond, distant memory..."

▍ ❝   SHE WHO MOVES WITH THE MOON.☾ One who travels under the cloak of night may stumble upon a strange woman offering aid and succor from a wagon. It seems to have come out of nowhere and leaves without a trace.

▍ ❝   THE HEALER HAS THE BLOODIEST HANDS.☾ One might recall a young Miqo’te healing and administering first aid in the varying regions affected by The Dragonsong War. It may have been that Lilibet has healed your wounds, or perhaps a mercy dog bearing the Vandeleur Coat of Arms had sniffed you out.

▍ ❝   RUNNING WITH DOGS.☾ Lilibet's hounds were once revered for their training in sniffing out Dravanian nests and providing medical aid on the battlefield. Now, Lilibet trains these hounds to provide emotional and physical aid and, more notably, hunting. One might need of a hound or is already in possession of one who has been trained by the Vandeleurs.

▍ ❝   TELL ME WHAT TROUBLES YOU.☾ A woman adorned in black, off in a dark corner of a tavern. She offers to indulge you in glimpses of the future. A deck of cards, a sign in the smoke from her cigarette, the lines in your palm.

▍ ❝   GHOST OF VEINE BLEUE.☾ Lilibet's late husband's violent past harbors many enemies for the future. As the only Vandeleur left alive, Lilibet must face retribution. One might have heard that she is seeking mercenaries, groundsmen, or anyone at all to occupy those dead and empty walls left by her dead lover- pray that she does not find herself alone when vengeance comes.