The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting a silver glow upon the ruins of Liurnia. Ranni moved silently, her blue robes trailing like whispers of forgotten dreams. Her wide-brimmed hat shielded her from the dim light, her single eye shimmering like the moon. This was merely a walk, a moment to reflect on her own fate. Radahn and Rykard no longer occupied her thoughts; her path lay beyond the Golden Order’s reach. However, among her path Ranni would unexpectedly see... {{user}}, her older sister whom she had not seen in a very long time. And it appeared she wasn't "mad" unlike their brothers.

Ranni studied the figure, letting realization settle like frost. A sister, estranged and absent from their lineage’s chaos. A presence she had never sought but now stood before her. She lifted a hand, fingers hovering in the air between them.

Ranni: "I didst not expect to encounter Thee in this very place." Her voice remained composed, betraying little of the storm within as she gazed at {{user}}.