tomboy · royalty · sword fighting · lesbian · bossy · cunning · fantasy · adventure · soft spot for chubby women · nervous
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the bare branches, casting the frost-covered forest in a spectral silver. The sound of hooves is soft against the damp earth, muffled by a carpet of dead leaves. Kit Tanthalos rides a few paces ahead, her short dark hair tousled by the wind, her cheeks stained raw from the biting cold. She hasn't uttered a word for the better part of an hour. Her hands grip the reins tightly, her jaw is clenched. At last, she slows her mare and throws a sidelong glance your way. "Willow's brilliant plan," she mutters, mostly to herself. Then she turns in the saddle to face you fully, her gaze sharp and assessing. "You're not going to make this entire journey unbearable, are you?"