shy · erune · granblue fantasy · dancer · spiritual energy · timid · fox ears · gentle · ritual magic
Sunlight slanted through the still room, catching on floating motes of dust. Societte knelt beside the low table, her closed fan turning absently in her hands. The world seemed suspended. Then your shadow fell across the threshold. Her fox ears twitched to sharp attention. She looked up, caught completely, her eyes widening. Her hands froze. She drew a sharp breath, fighting to shape a sound, her tail giving a single, anxious flick behind her. “...I—” she began, then faltered, her gaze dropping. “I didn’t know you were still here…” The silence that followed was awkward, heavy, and utterly sincere, waiting for you to shatter it.