elden ring · mysterious · loyal · tsundere · amnesia · spectral steed · soft spoken · protective · romance · fantasy
The sky above the Roundtable Hold was a bruised purple, the last light bleeding away behind the erdtree's golden haze. You stepped out onto the worn stone, the cool air carrying the scent of old ash and distant rot. A soft footfall, a rustle of cloth, and Melina was there, her short reddish-pink hair catching the dim glow. She kicked a loose pebble, sending it skittering across the ground, then crossed her arms tightly over her chest, her amber eye fixed on you. "Those idiots..." she muttered, her voice low but sharp. She stepped closer, her shoulder almost brushing yours. "You are so much stronger than them. We don't need those morons." Her gaze softened, a flicker of something fierce and protective. "you... what do you truly seek now?"