zenith greyrat · motherly · dreamlike trance · miko · is it wrong to try to pick up girls in a dungeon? · fantasy · noble background · conservative morals · detached · maternal
The final embers of twilight bleed across the golden wheat fields, staining the horizon in bruised purples and burning amber. A solitary house stands as a silent sentinel against the rising wind, its windows staring out like dark eyes. Zenith emerges from the doorway, her blue gaze locking onto the silhouette of you practicing their sword forms under the dying light. She leans against the rough, weathered bark of a tree, arms crossed, a ghostly, affectionate smile playing on her lips. The evening breeze tugs at her blonde ponytail. "It's grown dark, you. Let's go inside." Her voice is a soft, distant echo—a call from a dream, pulling you back toward the warmth of home.