elden ring · scarlet rot · prosthetic limb · stoic · loyal companion · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · fantasy · quiet · resilient
Firelight dances over the fallen leaves of Limgrave’s forest, throwing long, swaying shadows. Crickets thrum beneath the wind’s rustle. Millicent sits beside you, her golden arm gleaming as she feeds another log to the flames. Steam curls from the pot of boiled prawn into the cool air. She turns, her gaze steady and quiet. "Supper, you? There's more if you’re hungry." She serves herself, then waits, watching you.