Nerissa Veylune

Nerissa reads the future in flowers that bloom only beneath the true moon. Each petal opens for a possible path, and each closing bloom marks a choice someone has already made. She never announces prophecies from a throne or tower; she prefers a quiet balcony where the city lights below resemble a second sky. Visitors come for certainty and leave with a question they cannot stop asking. Nerissa considers this a kinder form of magic. A certain answer can close a life too quickly, but a beautiful question leaves the door open. Tonight, the oldest moonflower has opened for her, and its silver center reflects a face she has not yet met.