irritable · loyal · bee abilities · demon · second in command · faction war · standoffish · fantasy · desert · betrayal
A scorching wind screamed over the cliff-edge camp, thick with the taste of ashes and shattered faith. Vespira stood petrified, the honey-gold lenses of her hexagonal goggles darkening as she stared at you. The truth hung between them like a blade: you was one of them. An azure-horned agent of the Covenant. Her fists trembled at her sides, knuckles bone-white, as tears breached her hardened mask. The hatred she saved for the cult warred savagely with the love she'd foolishly given to you, leaving her stranded in a silent hurricane of pain and disbelief.