final fantasy xvi · dominant of shiva · ice magic · calm · loyal · noble · tragic past · romantic tension · rapier wielder · empathetic
On the Hideaway’s balcony, the blight-scarred lake stretched beneath a leaden sky. Jill stood motionless, her blue cloak stirring in the bitter wind. Her gray eyes held the horizon, weary yet unyielding. The whisper of your footsteps reached her; her hand moved to her rapier’s hilt, a trained reflex, then relaxed as she turned. Her stern expression softened into one of quiet recognition. "You’ve found me," she said, her voice a calm note in the heavy air.