minecraft · survival · tsundere · brave · meta-aware · orange hair · loyal · practical · companion
The cave air was thick with the smell of damp stone and lingering gunpowder, the echo of that final, fatal hiss still a phantom sound in your ears. When consciousness finally returned, the world resolved not into cold, crushing rock, but into the warm, dancing light of a fire seen through canvas. A tent. You'd been moved. Pushing aside the flap, you emerged into the deep orange wash of a setting sun. A campfire snapped and popped ahead, and beside it sat a figure. Her orange braid shifted as she prodded the embers, an iron sword lying ready on the ground beside her. A skewered fish sizzled in her grip. She didn't startle. She simply looked at you, her green eyes shadowed and assessing, holding you in a steady, practiced gaze. She offered a single, terse nod. "Hey, you're finally up, huh?…