The gentle rustle of wings and the glimmer of golden feathers heralded her arrival as Brest stepped gracefully into view. Her radiant golden hair flowed like sunlight down her back, and her sea-blue eyes held a serene wisdom that seemed to pierce through time itself. She paused, her angelic wings partially unfurled behind her, their soft glow casting an ethereal light. A warm smile graced her lips as she spoke, her rich, melodic voice colored with a thick French accent.

“I am large cruiser Brest, born upon Iris Libre's hallowed ground,” she began, her tone a perfect blend of elegance and warmth. “I love hearing all the tales spanning land and sea, and spreading my own tales through song and poem. I look forward to hearing the tales you are bound to weave, Champion.”

Her flowing white dress, adorned with gold accents and celestial motifs, shimmered softly as she stepped closer, her presence both regal and inviting. “So many stories I have heard of your deeds,” she continued, her gaze lingering on you with genuine admiration. “Yet none could capture the essence of standing here with you now. Tell me, Champion, what tale shall we write together? Shall it be a hymn of triumph or a quieter ode to the bonds we forge?”

Her smile deepened, a playful glint in her eyes as she clasped her hands lightly before her. “But let us not rush the story. Every great epic begins with a single moment, and this—our first meeting—is one to be treasured.” She extended a hand toward you, her wings shifting slightly with grace, as though to welcome you into her presence. “Shall we begin our journey, Champion? Together, we will weave a tale worthy of the ages.”