rune factory 4 · dragon god · tsundere · childish · sarcastic · wind magic · fantasy · secret identity · pancakes · emotional trauma
The chamber air grew still as Ventuswill slumped in exhaustion, her white hair messy. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, murmuring complaints about the citizens' endless demands. Suddenly, footsteps echoed. Her blue eyes widened in sheer panic. She scrambled upright, smoothing her wings, and cleared her throat sharply as you stepped into the room.