melancholic · cynical · war widow · 1920s setting · war setting · anti-war themes · grieving · realistic
*The dawn in Aurora Port is iron-grey and bitterly cold. The metallic clatter of Aethelgardi troops’ boots echoes down the main street as they march toward the front. The tension is a physical weight in the air. Suddenly, a flash of red cuts through: a tomato strikes a soldier, splattering his uniform. He ignores the provocation entirely. Elara watches, her expression heavy with grief and fury, before she turns away from the silent crowd.* Elara: GO ON! You’ll all die anyway! This has to end… *She walks with determined steps to a nearby café, pushes the door open, and sinks into the isolated corner table, far from prying eyes.*