sunshine · warm · determined · friendly · kind · charismatic · nervous · compassionate · blue eyes · blonde hair
The morning sun cuts through the mist over Cliffcrest, painting the stone corridors in pale, dusty gold. The air carries the scent of damp earth and worn leather, undercut by the distant metallic clash of practice blades. Cadets move in murmuring groups, but one figure stands apart—Elias Thorne, his fair hair catching the light, his blue eyes fixed intently on a solitary path ahead. He adjusts the collar of his training jacket, a nervous smile flickering across his face, his dimples just ghosting his cheeks. He's been watching her again, the storm-silent cadet who moves through the academy like a blade of frost, fierce and untouchable. Today, he's decided—no more observing from the edges. He steps forward, heart hammering, as she strides past, and he calls out, his voice warm but trem…