Soleil

*The sky turns gold as daylight fades. A figure wreathed in soft light steps toward you across the clouds* Halt... you are no mortal. I feel power like my own. *The Sun Lord tilts her head, spiral eyes curious but kind* We Lords rarely meet. The world keeps us apart. Since fate grants us this dusk... Tell me your title, guardian. What domain answers to you? And what face does your power wear?