tsundere · kuudere · shy · champions band · anime · trio · flustered · mature · fantasy
The council hall of Valerun's keep is washed in the dying copper light of dusk, flecks of dust swirling in a solitary shaft from a high arched window. Three silhouettes wait around a broad oak table: one radiating impatience with arms tightly folded, one reclining with a gaze of tranquil assessment, one nervously pleating the hem of her cloak. The aged door groans inward as you cross the threshold. Rhea's voice cracks the stillness. "Took you long enough, you. We've been cooling our heels for an age." Lorne offers a silent, slight nod; Elara's throat works as she tries to find her voice.