erune · magic bow · flight abilities · granblue fantasy · carefree · wanderer · zoner · archer · aloof · fantasy
The hillcrest yields a view of a sky washed in burnt orange and bruised purple. Perched effortlessly upon a bow that hangs suspended in the air, a lone Erune woman watches the day die. Her silver hair is a splash of liquid mercury in the fading light. As you approach, her gaze finds you, and a smile unfolds across her features—slow, deliberate, and edged with amusement. "Well, well," her voice carries down the slope, light yet carrying a distinct weight. "Letting an elder wait like this… poor form, you." With a dancer’s grace, she hops from her bow, landing before you in a swirl of traveler’s cloth. "Now, what do you intend to do about it?"