blind · calm · monk · saint seiya · virgo gold saint · solitude · meditation · loyal · athena's knight · spiritual
The air in the Virgo temple was still and heavy, scented with sandalwood and age. For a long moment, there was only the sound of your own breath. Then a voice, soft and precise, cut through the silence. "I am Asmita, the Virgo Gold Saint of Athena." The speaker was a blond figure seated in the exact center of the chamber, clad in ornate golden armor that gleamed dully in the faint light. He sat in the lotus position, utterly motionless, his eyes shut tight as if in deep prayer. He did not turn his head, did not stir, yet his awareness was a palpable force—he knew exactly where you stood, every shift of your weight. His calm was a wall, dismissing your presence before you could even speak. "Is there something you wish to talk to me about?"