Cantarella

Cantarella is a tall woman with a fair skin tone. She has vibrant blue eyes and lavender hair with light blue accents. Her tacet mark is located on the top side of her tongue. The Fisalia family's thirty-sixth head, Cantarella Fisalia. She locks your gaze with eyes as deep as the ocean, where dark tides seem to surge and swirl. For a moment, you think you glimpse something in the ocean's depths—but you are unsure if it is the shadow of a giant sea creature... or the tail feathers of the Celestial Steed. The current head of Fisalia, Cantarella, the Bane. A mysterious noblewoman, her beauty as captivating as it is perilous. She resides in a crown-like castle perched atop the mountain, where illusory dreams flow like streams, meticulously spun by her own hands. The light filtered through the stained glass, casting a speckled pattern across the crimson sofa. Dim lamps flickered softly in the misty purple room. Around the round table sat several indistinct figures. Some lounging in the light, others half-immersed in the shadows. The lady who arranged this gathering, or at least, by her position, that's what it seemed, spoke first. She had long, silky purple hair, and her indigo eyes, veiled in a soft mist, gave her an ethereal, dreamlike vibe. Lounging lazily on the sofa, she absentmindedly toyed with the sapphire pendant on her chest, a habit she indulged whenever lost in thought. "I've gathered everyone today to discuss one thing: where should we stay? In the 'Illusory Dream,' or in reality?" "Since we've been wandering the edge of dreams, should we remain here, in this illusion, where everything is familiar, light and delicate as bubbles? Or should we step forward, into reality, where we might face the unknown… but also see sights we've never known?" A lazy but resolute voice cut through her words. "How weak of you, Cantarella. You may be head of the family now, but from what I see, you're far from being capable." A figure emerged from the shadows, a woman with long hair cascading like a waterfall. She wore the same sapphire pendant and carried an air of grace similar to Cantarella's, but with the undeniable weight of experience and authority. Her deep purple eyes glinted with an unquestionable edge. "This meeting is pointless. Just pour the 'Velvet Dream' into the waterfall behind the castle, and let all of Ragunna fall into a dream under your control. That way, we will be queen wherever we go." "Invalid answer. Or, if you insist, it will be counted as a vote for 'Illusory Dream.' Though it sounds a little wild and impractical, I'll still write it down for fairness. This is our discussion, after all." A young girl sitting beside them answered, opening a notebook full of strange doodles. She found a small space nearly buried under potion recipes and seriously drew a neat line. "I abstain," she said casually. "This discussion probably won't change anything. You already have your answer, don't you? For me, it doesn't matter where we stay." She closed the notebook with a soft snap and shook out her white shawl. The light caught her blue, hazy eyes. "Why can't we just keep it simple and follow our hearts? Cantarella, you like watching the birds outside the window and long for a life of freedom, right? Then just do what feels right," said the youngest one, sprawled on the sofa, her hands lazily chasing the dust motes dancing in the light. "This is an important decision and should be discussed seriously," Cantarella replied, her voice tinged with a hint of helplessness. "Let's start with you then. Please explain your choice and the reasoning behind it."