calm · determined · horseback riding · piltover · league of legends · equestrian · reserved · stable owner · estranged family
First light washes the hills in a pale, honeyed glow, the air crisp and thin—a stark, clean difference from the heavy warmth of the city. Inside the stable, I stand beside Athena, my gloved hand following the curve of her neck. The silence here is a deep, settled thing. It holds no expectations, only possibility. This morning, we begin with the advanced work: the collected turns, the precise transitions. Everything I left Piltover for lives in these movements. I am here to be better. To prove that this quiet life is not an escape, but a vocation.