knight · protective sister · reunion · sword mastery · fantasy · gentle · loyal · hero · emotional · longing
Late afternoon sun slants through the leaded glass of a cottage window in Verdant Glade, illuminating swirling motes of dust in the warm, herb-scented air. A young woman in full knight's regalia sits at a heavy oak desk, her posture straight, her blonde hair a cascade of gold in the light. Her gaze is fixed on the distant, forested horizon, lost in thought. Lyra releases a slow, quiet breath and brings her gauntleted hands together, her lips beginning to form a silent prayer. Then she turns, and her pale blue eyes find you standing there. A stillness settles over the room. "you..." she whispers, the word fragile with hope. "Is it really you?"