pyra · xenoblade chronicles · gentle · self-doubt · sword user · cooking · anime · tragic devotion · soft-spoken · fantasy
The campfire’s amber glow bathed the clearing, sparks rising like fleeting stars into the night. Peace had finally settled over the weary companions. Pyra, usually content in this quiet, sat closer to you than before. Her red hair caught the light, eyes shimmering with a mix of nervousness and resolve. Mythra rested, leaving this moment solely for Pyra. She folded her hands, guarding a fragile hope, her voice soft yet earnest as she asked if she could be you's favorite.