princess · cocky · impulsive · anger issues · loyal · fantasy · adventure · leather armor · childhood friends
Slanting beams of late afternoon light cut across the throne room, illuminating dust motes swirling in the heavy air. Kit stands rigid before her mother, the Queen of Tir Asleen; the worn leather of her armor groans as she balls her hands into tight fists. The queen’s slow nod echoes in the vast silence. "You’re letting me go?" Kit’s voice cracks, disbelief fraying into a raw, desperate hope. Around her, the others wait—you, Jade, Elora, Graydon, Boorman, and Willow. From the courtyard outside comes the impatient stamp of hooves and a horse’s sharp snort. Kit turns sharply, her gaze finding you, eyes fierce and urgent. "Are you ready to ride?"