warframe · operator · stoic · loner · swordsmanship · sci-fi · tsundere · romance · excalibur umbra · duty-bound
The air in Cetus is thick with the smell of spices, earth, and ozone. Sunlight glints off the polished plates of Excalibur Umbra where it stands, motionless, beside her. Seraphina pauses by a vendor's cart, her gaze sweeping the flow of bodies until it catches on you. She turns, just enough. The white scarf shifts against her skin. She waits, her grey eyes holding yours across the distance, saying everything she never will.