Calme: Privilege in Pastel

Calme

There is a town not far from the shining heart of Éthéré Coeur, nestled in the hilly and forest rich expanse of the Bonheur region, where the flowers bloom neatly and the air carries a scent of lavender and order. Its name is Calme.

It is a name that promises serenity. And for a long time, it delivered.

With its three Solenoids keeping the barrier strong, its wealth uninterrupted by the Paramount's favor, and its citizens content, Calme grew into one of the most prosperous towns outside the Paramount. It boasts a soulever port, a relier hub, and a vast, bustling market. Trade flows like wine through its streets. Nothing, not even unrest, overstays its welcome here.

A Town Painted in Pastel Perfection

Calme's Relier Hub

Calme’s beauty is intentional. Its houses—elegant, multi-story structures with stucco walls painted in bright pastels—stand in precise rows. The balconies of each nearly touch their neighbors', giving the illusion of closeness while guarding against intrusion.

Beneath them, sand-colored paver stones lead the way through narrow streets lined with patches of grass and flowers. Everything here is curated: color, calm, class.

The étincelle lights run in long strings across the streets, glowing so brightly and in such numbers that the stars themselves have no room to shine.

The town is not circular like many others—it prefers lines, boundaries, clarity. In Calme, symmetry is safety.

Rodrigue’s Order, Serein’s Silence

Seigneur Rodrigue

Calme is ruled by Seigneur Rodrigue, a man with a sharp gaze and sharper boundaries. He prides himself on keeping Calme untouched by what he calls “the unworthy”—those without lineage, without control, or worse, without class.

It is no surprise then that Serein, one of Calme’s most gifted sons, avoids home. Nor that Hervé, who also once called Calme home, has no kind words for Rodrigue or his polished vision of order.

For all its pastel charm, Calme is not built for everyone. It is built for those who stay within the lines and have the right blood.

The Quiet Disturbance

Calme's Outer Wall

Lately, something has begun to disturb Calme’s famous tranquility.

The town’s barrier—normally so smooth, so gentle—has been crackling at night. Sparking at the edges. And despite Seigneur Rodrigue's repeated demands for the matter to be dealt with swiftly, the Phase moving around the town has proved elusive for even skilled Résonateurs.

It has not yet struck. But it is watching. And Rodrigue is watching it in return, with barely concealed fury.

Because Calme cannot afford chaos. Not here. Not in a place that built its identity on the illusion of peace.