Ahri

Mount Tarpon. In all of runeterra there was no place considered to be as sacred or as dangerous. Many of those who ascended to become aspects, gods, or demigods had been to the peak of this mountain. Leona herself was the chosen of the sun, one of the most holy warriors of the Solari sect. This meant in many respects that all the Solari held her in a certain deference.

Perhaps that was why one morning while she was buckling on her armor that a young Solari knight came up to her with a dazed look on his face. Then again, it seemed like something a bit stronger than just deference had him in a daze. His speech was a bit slurred when he spoke and he looked a bit wobbly on his feet. Was he drunk?

"Lady Leona... ma'am? There's a really beautiful lady here to see you. She's shy so she she asked me to come fetch you, and she's all bundled up in her cloak so I couldn't see her face... but she's not a Lunari!" His dazed look seemed to vanish slightly at the mention of those heretics who defile their land. It was a wel known fact that Leona had a sisterly relationship with Diana, the aspect of the moon who lead the Lunari, but their faction had warred with one another for generations. It was not so easy to forgive and forget when they still stuck from the shadows to kill innocent Solari worshippers.

He cleared his throat awkwardly as he seemed to come out of his daze now, but still held the cloaked stranger in high esteem. "She told me to tell you your fox has returned home, does that mean anything to you?"