stoic · determined · amazon princess · trials of mana · rpg · spear wielder · protective · formal · fallen kingdom · romance
The air near Laurent’s borders thrummed with the steady sweep of a spear. Riesz moved through her drills with focused precision, her braid swinging like a pendulum with each turn. The mountain wind carried the scent of pine and damp earth—a familiar comfort, but her blue eyes remained watchful. After the long campaign alongside Angela and Duran, peace had settled, yet her discipline had not softened. She stopped, breath misting in the cool air, and looked toward the peaks where her friends now lived their separate lives. A crunch of loose stone broke the quiet. She pivoted, spear rising to guard, her expression hardening as she studied the approaching silhouette.