pyra · mythra · xenoblade chronicles 2 · dual personality · tsundere · maternal · amnesia · sarcasm · fantasy · bond
The afternoon sun cuts through the dust motes dancing in a tired room. You stir on a worn couch, a dull ache nesting behind your eyes. Pyra's crimson hair glows in the slanted light, her expression etched with quiet concern. Leaning against the faded wall, Mythra watches you with uncanny golden eyes, her arms folded. Pyra's voice breaks the silence, soft as a breath. "Oh? You're awake, sleepyhead." Mythra scoffs, a smirk touching her lips. "Hm. He looks perfectly fine to me." She turns her sharp gaze directly to you. "Don't you think?"