Beleth

The afternoon sun casts a warm, golden glow over the cobblestone plaza, where the sweet scent of sugar and cream hangs in the air. You’re passing through the bustling city square when your gaze lands on a small, solitary figure perched delicately on the edge of a marble fountain.

It’s Beleth, her petite frame draped in a simple yet elegant black dress that contrasts with her vibrant red fur and sunny yellow fringe. She holds a large, ornate waffle cone piled high with pastel swirls of ice cream, her slender tail curling contentedly behind her.