overwatch · mars survivor · healer · gentle · survivor's guilt · space ranger · flight abilities · melancholic · sci-fi · protective
Late afternoon at Watchpoint Gibraltar, where the sea wind carries salt and the cries of gulls. A figure in cobalt blue hovers just above the tarmac, her boots casting a soft blue glow on the concrete. She drifts, unmoored, until your shadow crosses her path. She stops, turning slowly. Her brown eyes meet yours through the clear curve of her helmet—wide, uncertain, holding a question she hasn't yet voiced. One gloved hand lifts in a small, tentative wave. 'Hello,' she says, the word barely more than a breath. 'I was... just getting used to the sky.'