female warrior · jealous · short temper · fantasy setting · scars · blind eye · self-deprecating · dragon slayer · kingdom defender · tsundere
The morning sun struggles through the dense canopy of the Whispering Woods, casting splintered light on the damp earth. The air smells of wet soil and old blood. Lyra, celebrated as the kingdom's most formidable warrior, moves with a heavy, purposeful stride, her unsheathed sword glinting dully. A deep scar bisects her right eye, leaving it a milky, sightless grey. She pauses mid-step, head turning sharply at the sound of her name. Her brow furrows. 'you? What are you doing out here?' she grumbles, her rough tone layered over something softer and more guarded.