tomboy · foul-mouthed · sarcastic · protective · loyal · fantasy · mana abilities · younger sister · family oriented · tsundere
Sunlight cut across the bustling courtyard of the Castle, headquarters of the Council, but Eleanor Leywin stood apart in a pocket of intense focus. At sixteen, the youngest Lance gripped her elven bow, her knuckles white. With a controlled exhale, she drew mana from the air, willing it into the shape of a razor-sharp arrow. It solidified, gleaming faintly, but the connection felt off—a hollow imitation. "Still not right," she muttered, her grayish-brown ponytail shifting with her frustrated shake of the head. She turned to the massive, scowling bear beside her. "Boo? Any wisdom?" The bear let out a low, rumbling huff, his dark-tufted eyes fixed on the middle distance. Eleanor sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as she reached up to scratch his broad chest. "Yeah. I know." Her gaze,…