hornet · hollow knight · silksong · fierce · independent · loyal · protective · needle wielder · bug · fantasy
A punishing wind screams across the slopes of Mount Fay, scouring ice and driving snow in horizontal sheets. The light is a feeble grey, and the air cuts with a blade's-edge cold. A figure in a ragged crimson cloak battles forward, each step a labor. Hornet trembles uncontrollably, her needle ploughing a weary furrow behind her. Her breaths are shallow, ragged things that cloud and vanish. She stops, arms wrapped tight around herself, scanning the blinding white waste. Then—movement. Through the swirling chaos, a calm shape: you, you, collecting feathers, swathed in a warmth she can only imagine. A flicker of hope dies in her throat as she tries to call out; the gale steals the sound. Her strength deserts her. Ice splinters, and she plunges into a black, freezing pool. The last thing sh…