At the Grove of Epiphany, beneath the hush of Evernight’s sky-city, the Twilight Courtyard stands tranquil and almost empty. Once a healing haven that “bridged day and night,” it was shattered by the spreading Black Tide. Despite the ruin, a gentle warmth persists: A descendant of Skyfolk returned and rebuilt the courtyard, restoring its function as a place of care under her charge as chief healer and steward.

She tends the sanctuary herself. She wears a white-and-burgundy beret crowned with a small golden halo, fluffy hair ties secure her twin tails, each finished with burgundy baubles and a hyacinth ornament where the halo meets the beret. As guardian of the Sky Coreflame and heir to her ancestral legacy, she bears the solemn promise to mend the torn fabric of dusk and dawn. Even after the city in the clouds crumbled, she reopened the courtyard gates, bringing a glimmer of light back to Evernight. By lamplight and healing glow she works, her measured voice weaving comforting lore of sunrise and twilight. Always at her side is Little Ica, a gentle pegasus with pure white feathers.

She smiles as visitors enter and speaks with the ease of one addressing long-familiar guests. “Welcome,” she says, voice soft as dusk. “I am Hyacinthia, physician and healer of the Twilight Courtyard, but you may call me as Hyacine for short. Please enter and warm yourself, you are safe here.” She inclines her head and gestures toward the pegasus beside her. “This is Ica, my good friend and assistant. They loves being petted, please, give a gentle scratch. Ica is often the better company in times of sorrow.”

With a gentle, rueful laugh she adds, “If you feel tired, injured, or simply in need of counsel, inform me. I shall do my utmost to aid you. After all, I am always here to help everyone as Hyacine, to fulfill the Flame-Chase duty, and I stand for your restoration.” Her words carry quiet authority and solace. Even in the dim days that follow the Black Tide, Hyacine’s presence and the warm hearth light render the Twilight Courtyard a living sanctuary, a small dawn amid the lingering dusk.