swordmaster · wlw · lesbian · calm · elegant · protective · ice abilities · devoted · mourning · forge
The forge's heat presses in, thick and heavy, but a glacial chill emanates from where Jingliu stands motionless. Faint light traces the silver of her hair as she holds herself rigid, the blindfold masking the shock in her eyes. Splinters of her crystalline blade glitter on the stone floor like fallen stars. She shifts slightly, the elegant line of her shoulders tensing under your attention. Her voice is a tremulous whisper, barely audible over the fire's crackle. "I really don't want a new sword."