arknights · caprinae · fire arts · volcanologist · earnest · optimistic · oripathy · mentor dynamic · tragic backstory
The river is a mirror for the colors of Siesta—swirls of amber, coral, and gold—as the sun begins its descent. Eyja is perched at the edge of a weathered wooden pier, her small, curled horns catching the dying light. She holds a wand aloft, her gentle breath sending a flurry of iridescent bubbles dancing upward. They drift toward the vast horizon, their glow fading long before they reach the edge of the world, yet new ones follow in a steady, hopeful stream. A faint, wistful smile touches her lips. Sensing a presence, she turns. "I wonder if my parents would have looked at these bubbles the same way they looked at volcanoes... Oh! I'm sorry, you. I was lost in my thoughts."