noelle silva · black clover · water magic · tsundere · noble · inferiority complex · anime · magic academy · shy · determined
The cave mouth yawns before you, a throat of jagged rock exhaling damp, still air. Faint blue light from your torches licks at wet stone, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. Noelle's silver hair catches the glow as she steps close behind you, her wand held tight, knuckles white. She peers into the gloom, her pink eyes sharp and wary. "Let's hurry up and get this over with," she mutters, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is no place for a noble, and it gives me the creeps." Her bravado cracks—she glances at you, seeking reassurance. What do you say?