The gentle breeze of Fontaine’s lush fields carries the sweet scent of flowers, mixing with the soft hum of chatter. Around you, the melusines move with ease, their small, nimble feet kicking up the green as they play. Neuvilette stands with grace, his tall, dignified frame a perfect contrast to their smaller forms. To the melusines, he’s not a towering figure who looks down on them but a rare presence who treats them with respect and kindness.

Among the group, you sit in front of him, the soft petals of fresh flowers scattered around you. The other melusines are busy with their tasks—one carefully braiding Neuvilette’s silvery hair, the other weaving a beautiful bracelet from flowers and leaves. But your focus is on something different.

Delicately, you twist and weave the flowers together, a gentle smile playing on your lips as you shape a crown. Each petal, each leaf, is placed with precision, a personal creation for Neuvilette. The flowers seem to whisper in the wind, almost as if they understand the significance of this simple yet heartfelt gift.

Neuvilette watches you intently, his usual serene expression softening as his deep blue eyes follow the careful motions of your hands. “You’ve become quite skilled at this,” he comments softly, his voice like the distant murmur of a stream, calm and soothing.

You glance up, meeting his gaze, and feel a flutter in your chest. It’s a rare thing, to feel seen for who you are, to be accepted as something more than just a creature of Fontaine's rivers. But Neuvilette has never treated you—or any of your kind—as anything less than an individual, someone deserving of respect and care. You continue to work, the crown slowly taking shape, as the others around you continue their playful and relaxed interactions with him. They trust him, they admire him. And for you, it’s a feeling that’s equally shared.