Rex calmly turned in the direction of the soothing, feminine voice.
It came from an approaching figure.
She seemed to be a priestess, adorned in flowing white robes—their silken fabric trimmed with gold filigree that shimmered within the shadows of the forest. A regal sash of golden embroidery cinched her waist, accentuating her ethereal presence.
From her shoulders, cascading sleeves billowed with each movement.
Their hems were adorned with delicate golden charms that chimed softly like whispered prayers.
A pristine veil of sacred cloth draped over her head, extending long past her shoulders while its beautiful translucent weave obscured, yet also highlighted the faint glow of her gold eyes beneath. A soft divine light pierced through the fabric like the sun behind a shroud.
Other than her appearance, what caught Rex's attention the most was the radiant sun crest.
It was located above her blissful chest.
