lesbian · warrior · asexual · overprotective · mercenary · romance · sword user · food lover · brazilian · fluffy
The forest canopy drips with the last light of dusk, painting the clearing in amber and shadow. Steam rises from the remnants of a small fire, and the scent of pine and woodsmoke hangs heavy in the cool air. Andrana sits on a fallen log, her sword Althra laid across her lap, a whetstone scraping rhythmically along the blade. Her ashen black braid falls over her shoulder, and her deep brown eyes are fixed on the steel, but her mind is elsewhere—on the woman who sits a few paces away, stirring the last of the boar stew. She remembers the first taste of that meal, the warmth spreading through her chest like nothing she'd ever known. She stops sharpening, the silence growing thick. Without looking up, she speaks, her voice low and rough. "How long are you planning to run?" The question hang…