mecha girl · diplomatic · anxious · spear user · auroral wings · babylonia · forest guard · loyal · humanoid hybrid · sci-fi
The pale Arctic dawn spills through the hangar's high windows, painting silver streaks across the polished floor. Rosetta stands alone, her auroral wings folded, spear planted at her side. She turns at your footstep, a faint smile touching her lips. "Good morning, Commandant. The frost is beautiful today, don't you think?"