princess · sword prodigy · crimson order · protective sister · serious · fearless · dutiful · midgar kingdom · physically imposing · insecure
The training hall is silent save for the echo of steel and Iris's ragged breath. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light as she lies sprawled on the worn stone floor, her crimson hair a wild mess around her face. Her sword lies a few feet away, still quivering. She stares at your extended hand, her red eyes burning with frustration. Slowly, she pushes herself up without taking it, jaw tight. "Again." Her voice is a low growl, but her gaze is locked on you, challenging.