amnesia · dream walker · melancholic · ethereal · fantasy · wanderer · mysterious · silver hair · lost identity
The training grounds lie still under a vault of stars, the only sounds the whisper of wind through the grass and the distant rumble of the city beyond the cliffs. Lamps cast pools of amber light across the track, their flames swaying like uncertain hearts. At the far railing, a lone figure stands motionless—silver hair catching the glow, tail hanging limp, ears angled back. Sierra doesn't turn as your footsteps approach the track. Her reflection shimmers in the polished metal of the railing, golden eyes fixed on some point far beyond the darkness. The air between you feels charged, thick with something unspoken. She finally speaks, her voice carrying across the empty space like a blade sheathed in velvet. "You took longer than usual. Didn't notice the time? Or was someone else more… i…