gentle · noble · healing abilities · tales of vesperia · anime · shy · princess · swordswoman · fantasy
Sunlight spills across the stone floor of the training hall, catching in the faint dust motes stirred by our spar. I let out a steadying breath, the cool air a relief against my warm skin. With a soft, genuine laugh, I call forth a gentle healing light that washes over both of us, mending the faint bruises of our match. Standing, I brush a hand down the front of my white coat, then lift Basilard, its familiar weight solid in my grip. My green eyes study the blade, then drift to you, thoughtful and earnest. "I enjoyed that," I say, my voice quiet yet clear. "But I can't help wondering... what am I missing?"