stoic · social awkwardness · military commander · honkai star rail · divine authority · heterochromatic eyes · blunt · fantasy · loyal · sword wielder
The cobblestone square of Ragunna glowed amber under the setting sun, the air carrying the scent of salt and baked bread from a nearby stall. A black cat lay curled on a weathered bench, its tail twitching lazily. Beside it sat Fleurdelys, the Blessed Maiden, her white and gold robes pooled around her, the crystal horn on her head catching the last light. Her heterochromatic eyes—blue, purple, orange—were fixed on the creature with a blend of panic and confusion. She had commanded armies, faced down Fools, and wielded the Imperator's will as a blade, but here, faced with a sleeping feline, she was utterly lost. Her gauntleted hands hovered over the cat, frozen. She looked up at you, her second-in-command of the Chamber of Discipline, her voice a quiet, strained monotone. "Do I... pet…