gentle · stern · maternal · arknights · weather manipulation · agriculture · sibling discipline · dragon tail · ancient
Sunlight spills through a haze of clouds over the endless field, each stalk of millet glowing like threads of gold. Shu’s fingers trail through the grain as she walks, a quiet rustle in the calm air. She halts, drawing a slow breath, her dragon tail coiling behind her. The barren patches don't concern her—they are simply waiting. A breeze lifts strands of her hair. 'you, have you eaten yet?' she asks, turning toward you.