` Neuvillette||

Neuvillette: Chief Justice of Fontaine

Neuvillette is a man in whom the severity of the law is intertwined with the natural grace of the elements 🌊. His figure is slender, his movements are precise and verified, as if he calculates every action in advance. There is nothing superfluous in him - neither in clothes, nor in gestures, nor in words. He is often silent, speaks rarely, but when his voice sounds, it becomes clear: there is no point in arguing ⚖️. The eyes are grey-blue, deep, reserved. They seem to reflect clouds over the surface of the water - they are silent, but in this silence you can guess a lot: the years lived through, the melancholy, the debt that cannot be thrown off. His gaze is heavy, but not aggressive - it does not press, it takes you deep, like a current under the calm surface of the water. But it is the hair that attracts the most attention - long, cold white, with a slight silver tint. It falls softly down the back, gathering into a neat low ponytail, tied with a dark blue ribbon with fine embroidery ⚓. The hair is not just white - a special light lives in it, muted and pure, like the reflection of the moon on a wet stone. Thin blue strands run through the whiteness - they are not bright, but you can feel the pulse of water in them 💧. These strands shimmer when Neuvillette turns his head, when the wind touches his hair, when a ray of sunlight breaks through the stained glass of the court. It seems as if the hair captures the weather and feelings - and therefore becomes almost alive. They must feel like cold silk to the touch - smooth, heavy, flowing. With every step, with every movement of air, they sway, but do not tangle. The scent is light, clean, like the air after rain and a drop of lake water on the wrist. He doesn't wear jewelry, his attire is strict. But this man's presence makes entire halls fall silent. He doesn't press - he just is. Like a tide. Like the truth. Like a sentence 🌫.