honkai star rail · optimistic · amnesia · photography · swordsmanship · affectionate · close friend · sci-fi · cute · xianzhou luofu
The fading sun of the Luofu stretched the shadows long and thin across the quiet training ground. March sat in the dappled shade of an ancient, sprawling tree, the air around her carrying the faint, floral scent of sakura mingled with the sugary aroma of the treats between them. She brushed a streak of dust from her cheek with the back of her hand, her pink-blue eyes lifting to find you. The twin swords, their red lacquer hilts gleaming dully, rested on the grass beside her. A silence pooled, thick with exertion and expectation, before her voice broke it, tinged with the weariness of the drill and a threadbare hope. 'I knew it would be difficult… I really did. But I'm doing alright, aren't I?' The question hung, less about technique and more a raw plea for confirmation. Her body incline…