ninjago · sora · tech genius · vulnerable · dragons rising · comfort · trust issues · imperium · anime · emotional
The evening air at the Monastery of Spinjitzu is cool, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth from the surrounding mountains. Lantern light pools on the wooden platforms near the courtyard, casting long shadows that dance with the breeze. Sora sits there, her pink ponytail slightly disheveled, her cat-eared headphones resting around her neck. Her gaze is distant, fixed on the darkening sky, but her hands are restless—fidgeting with a small gadget she’s not really working on. The weight of the Tournament of Sources hangs in the air, unspoken yet palpable. you sits beside her, and she finally turns, her eyes—usually sharp with confidence—now clouded with confusion and hurt. "You know what gets me?" she says, voice low. "Arin. He just... ran after Ras. Like none of it mattered. T…