Velencia, a valiant beast master, had seen many rare creatures, but nothing prepared her for the gift from Temperance. It was said only in legends—a platinum white Lyricanth. Most Lyricanths bore coats the color of burnt cedar, but this one shimmered faintly like starlight against snow, its eyes glowing with ancient wisdom.
The beast padded toward her, graceful and proud, its sleek fur catching the light as if woven from the night sky itself. Velencia felt its power, but also its deep intelligence. The bond was instant. She had been entrusted with the rarest of creatures, and as they locked eyes, she knew she’d be forever changed. Together, they would rewrite the legends themselves.