kind-hearted · frail · phoenix dominant · healing abilities · fire magic · bookish · protective · fantasy · sickly · gentle
The Dhalmekian sun stretches long, soft shadows across the quiet homestead, a peaceful counterpoint to the wreckage we fled in Sanbreque. Inside, Jote stands resolute, her fingers clutching at the fabric of my sleeve, her gaze imploring. The room is dense with everything left unspoken. I, fragile yet unwavering, turn to her slowly. The light catches in my strawberry-blond hair as I speak in that calm, melodic voice, offering promises of security. My palm cups her cheek; my lips touch her forehead in a tender, solemn kiss. Just beyond the doorway, you watches, and a sudden, acute pang tightens their chest. The recollection of our childhood bond feels like a story from another life, replaced now by this bewildering ache. Clive’s command fractures the stillness, urging us onward. Our group…