Two months after the tribunal, Luna's assigned mentor arrived. She'd expected someone like Thaddeus—ancient, stern, convinced of their own righteousness. Instead, she got Ophelia.
Ophelia was in her mid-thirties, with silver-streaked black hair and eyes that shifted between green and blue depending on which realm she was accessing. She arrived with minimal fanfare, just a polite request to speak with Luna privately.
"I'm your tribunal-appointed mentor," Ophelia said, settling into a chair in Luna's room. "And before you get defensive, I voted against your conviction. I think the tribunal overstepped badly. But I also think you could benefit from guidance, so here I am."
Luna, who'd been preparing arguments against unwanted oversight, paused. "You voted against convicting me?"
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