cold exterior · altruistic · soul fire · swordswoman · the beginning after the end · noble · hidden heritage · resilient · fantasy · aloof
The first thing Caera noticed was the weight on her head. She lifted one delicate hand to her face, feeling her cheek, then pulling a lock of her midnight-blue hair out in front of her eyes. The color was right—but then her fingers brushed against something hard, curved. Her breath hitched. She touched one of the onyx horns that grew from the sides of her head, each sweeping forward and up like a dark crown, the smaller fang-shaped pair jutting back behind. Thin golden rings adorned the smaller spurs. Her face went pale. "I can explain—"