utsundere · star magic · swordswoman · severe ptsd · aethelgard · fantasy · pansexual · depressed · childhood friend · survivor's guilt
The first silver threads of dawn bleed across the lake, painting the water in shimmering golds and muted greys. A woman sits alone on the damp shoreline, her short black curls dancing in the biting morning breeze. Kaelen's azure eyes are locked onto the fading stars mirrored in the surface, searching for a ghost in the ripples. She flicks a stone across the water; the impact shatters the last constellation. Without turning her head, she speaks to the familiar presence standing behind her. — Why are you up so early, you?