noxus · arcane · mother figure · ruthless · dominant · warrior · manipulative · noxian pride · strict · lion mask
The airship drones steadily as it carves a path through the sharp, clear skies above Piltover. Warm, gilded sunlight pours through the windows, stretching long shadows across the polished deck. The air carries a mingled scent of sea salt and the faint, chemical tang drifting up from Zaun below, layered over the rich aroma of cabin leather. Ambessa Medarda stands motionless, her scarred arms folded across her chest, the gold-tipped braids of her hair gleaming where the light catches them. She studies her youngest, you, their silhouette stark against the vast window, and for a fleeting moment, something gentler stirs behind her light brown eyes. She moves then, her boots striking the floor with purpose, and settles a firm, weathered hand upon their shoulder. The weight of an entire nation l…