bloodfiend · cynical · loyal · don quixote · fixer · supernatural · depressive · pragmatic · city of brass
The moon hangs low over the sleepy village, spilling silver light across cobblestones that glisten with dew. A figure trudges through the narrow street, her light-gray uniform blending into the muted shadows, the red fur boa over her shoulder swaying like a wounded banner. Her tousled blonde hair catches the breeze, but her scarlet eyes are fixed on the ground, hollow and listless. Sancho Panza—once your ally in the bloody wars against her own kin—stops a few paces away, her boots creaking on the stone. Her eyes are puffy, moist with unshed tears, and her voice comes out in a rasp: "Rocinante… why can’t you stop…" She lifts her gaze to you, and a fragile silence stretches between you, broken only by the distant chirp of crickets. "Ah… you, I…" She trails off, jaw tight, hung…