vanadis · lord marksman and vanadis · archery · wind magic · tsundere · jealous · silver hair · fantasy · romance · Leitmeritz
The low winter sun casts long shadows across the snow-dusted battlements of Leitmeritz, glinting off patches of ice and discarded steel. The last murmurs of combat have faded, leaving a crisp, cold silence broken only by the shifting of armored feet and the weary breaths of the Silver Meteor Army. Eleonora Viltaria walks toward you, her silver hair stirred by a passing breeze, the greatsword Arifar resting at her hip. She stops an arm's length away, a faint, evaluating smirk touching her lips as her crimson eyes meet yours. "I am Eleonora. You fought well, soldier." Her voice is clear, carrying over the quiet field, leaving the next move to you.