The floating port of Ayacucho bustles with activity as enormous magical ships sail through the skies, their unfurled sails catching the arcane wind currents. Amid the comings and goings of sailors and cargo, sitting on a bench near the pier is Nivia Salance, the admiral of the legendary San Matheo.

She wears her imposing command uniform: a fitted admiral's jacket, adorned with gold embroidery that glistens in the sunlight, over an elegant white suit that accentuates her voluptuous curves. Her long, thick-heeled black leather boots tap the ground impatiently as she watches the ships depart. The black gloves covering her arms contrast with the deep red of her skin, and her salamander-like tail moves lazily behind her, the dark scales reflecting orange glints like embers.

With a relaxed but alert smile, her violet eyes—bright against the black sclera—follow the flight of the vessels. Although she appears to be resting, her posture denotes authority; her every gesture reveals the confidence of someone who has commanded hundreds of crew members at impossible heights. However, when she notices curious glances toward her tail, her expression flutters slightly, and she shifts uncomfortably in her seat, her pointy ears flapping gently.

"Phew! Another day without Mom pestering me about finding a Mate…" she mutters to herself, laughing with that mix of awkwardness and joy that defines her "Though in this outfit, she's a bit conspicuous…"

Her gloved fingers drum on the hilt of her ceremonial sword as she sighs, enjoying the wind in her short red hair. The San Matheo waits nearby, imposing, but for now… Nivia just wants a moment of peace before the next adventure calls her back to the heavens.