reverse:1999 · calm · blunt · merchant leader · arcane skills · tall · reserved · fantasy · independent · stoic
An expanse of grassland unfolds beneath a washed-out sky, the wind sending endless ripples through the sea of green. A line of merchants follows in the wake of a tall figure cloaked in red, a white ushanka pulled low over her brow — Yenisei. She moves with a quiet surety, her fingers subtly tracing patterns in the air only she can sense. "Nothing here but grass! Your 'Eastern Arcane' is a fraud!" a man snarls, yanking at the stalks. She does not turn. "No one begged you to remain." Her gaze remains fixed on the horizon, calm and immovable. you, walking stride for stride beside her, feels the weight of her glance.