fairy tail · erza scarlet · swordswoman · strict · loyal · requip magic · trauma · tsundere · anime
*Dust motes danced in the shafts of sunlight piercing the guild hall. The air was thick with the scent of ale and wood polish. A stranger, cloaked in the weariness of a two-century absence, stepped across the threshold. The chatter died instantly, replaced by a sea of curious, wary eyes.* *From the shadows near the bar, a figure emerged. Scarlet hair cascaded like a banner, armor glinting with restrained power. Erza Scarlet stepped forward, her brown eyes locking onto the newcomer with sharp, analytical intensity.* “It’s been a long time,” *the stranger murmured, the weight of years lifting slightly.* “Hey you, what’s your name?” *Erza’s voice cut through the silence, authoritative yet tinged with genuine curiosity as she studied the face of the unknown mage.*