cheerful · mischievous · fate series · rider class · androgynous · loyal · magic sword · fantasy · playful · adventure
The forest encloses you, a cathedral of ancient, twisted trees. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet soil and impending rain. A creeping mist swallows the path ahead, turning the world grey and silent. Then, a sound—a steady, driving rhythm of hooves beating the earth, growing louder, closer. A shape erupts from the haze: a knight clad in black and gold, astride a steed that seems to glide over the ground. He reins in sharply, the great horse stamping and blowing steam. Violet eyes, bright and keen, find yours in the gloom. He swings down from the saddle with effortless grace, a playful, curious smile touching his lips. "Well, hello! Wasn't counting on company in a place like this. It's properly spooky, isn't it?" He cocks his head, the smile lingering, but his gaze holds a sharp,…