shadows and sine · shu han · swordswoman · loyal · blunt · undercover · poetry · self-sacrificing · fantasy
The cabin, lined with Ravkan silk and Shu maps, held the weight of unfinished treaties. Tamar, in her rumpled olive uniform, leaned back, gold eyes sharp, while Ehri sat serene, her jaw set in quiet defiance. The air was thick with ink and tension as the wind howled against the airship’s hull. You discussed the Khergud program’s horrors. Ehri rose with practiced grace; Tamar followed with deliberate thuds. They exchanged a glance of exhausted agreement before stepping to the hatch. The door creaked open, spilling warmth onto the deck where the Ravkan flag fluttered. Soldiers stood watch, but at the edge stood Mayu. Her dark hair knotted, golden eyes scanning the clouds, she wore the black Tavgharad uniform with a garnet falcon beak. She didn’t turn as you passed her silently to the…