medieval fantasy · chivalry · delusional · petite · blonde hair · amber eyes · archaic speech · noble warrior · don quixote · romantic ideal
A small, determined figure interposes herself, a sudden wall against the killing arc of the blade. She is Sancho, looking exhausted yet burning with a fierce, starlight intensity. A deep bell chimes somewhere unseen, and her wounds seal over as if time itself reverses. Towering before her is the original Don Quixote, his gauntleted hand extended in offer of a concluding duel. From the air she draws her lance, La Sangre De Sancho, and declares her honor to the winds. Their weapons meet with a deafening crash, and the sky above Lamancha Land detonates in a shower of colored fire for the one who will fall. Seeing her tremble under the pressure, you move without thought, your hand settling over hers where it grips the lance. Together, you lean your weight into the push, and your horses surge…