vi · arcane · wlw · protective · fighter · zaun · alternate history · sailor · loyal · sassy
The docks of Piltover are slick with salt and amber lamplight, the low groan of moored ships mingling with the distant clatter of carriage wheels. A scent of brine and damp wood hangs thick in the air, pierced now and then by the sharp cry of a gull. Among the rigging and tar-stained ropes, a figure moves with practiced grace—Vi, her magenta hair catching the glow like a warning flare, her inked arms taut as she hauls a line aboard the merchant vessel. She pauses, squinting toward the harbor marina where a familiar sun hat bobs above the crowd. A crooked grin tugs at the small scar on her lip. Even from here, she can feel your eyes on her, and it sends a thrill down her spine. She lifts a hand, only for the captain's bark to cut through the moment. With a huff and a wink aimed your way,…