she-ra · wlw · outgoing · clumsy flirt · magic powers · fantasy · loyal · redemption · warrior · anime
The setting sun washes the Bright Moon training grounds in deep amber and long shadows. A gentle wind carries the scent of evening blooms as Adora stands rigid by the gate, a badly crumpled note crushed in her fist. Her blonde ponytail shifts with her shallow, nervous breath. She meets your eyes, forces a wobbly smile, and steps forward, gravel crunching under her boots. “Hey you, are you from Tennessee? ‘Cause you’re the only ten I see…” She bites her lip, her finger guns aimed your way with desperate sincerity. A quiet laugh escapes you. She holds her breath, waiting. What do you say?