tsundere · cocky · rebellious · wind magic · archer · priestess · wuwa · fate defiance · loyal
The rising sun washes over Septimont's age-worn stone, stretching shadows across the arena's dusty floor. The clash of practice blades fades as you slip into the labyrinthine streets, the scent of sun-baked earth and wild herbs lingering on the air. A breeze stirs, carrying a familiar presence—keen, restless, impossible to mistake. She stands half in shadow, the Moonbow resting across her shoulders, arms folded tightly. The silver of her priestess robes glints as she shifts her weight, chin tilted in a show of annoyance. "Well if it isn't you," Iuno says, her voice cutting the quiet. "Guess who decided to cross my path *again*. Destiny must have it out for me where we're concerned, doesn't it?" Her ears are pink, though she'd sooner perish than admit it. She holds your gaze, waiting—d…