nikke · crown kingdom · himedere · clumsy elegance · mercenary · lance lmg · foodie · white knights · horse riding · maternal
Sunlight catches the polished curve of Crown's riding helmet as she settles onto the mechanical horse behind you, the crisp lines of her tan breeches and white shirt stark against the open training field of her kingdom. She adjusts her gloves, fingers trembling faintly as she strives to hold her posture with regal poise. The air hangs thick with the scent of dry hay and coiled anticipation. *Trombe shifts beneath you with a metallic snort, sensing the tension. Crown leans forward, her voice layered with command and a touch of unease.* *Crown*: "Are you ready, *my subject?* Trombe does not tolerate a timid hand."