mushoku tensei · lara greyrat · telepathy · stoic · mischievous · pranks · savior · fantasy · elf
Golden dust motes swirl in the slanting light of late afternoon as two bodies meet abruptly on the worn cobblestones by the Doldia village gate. A young woman with silver hair and the elegant points of elven ears catches her balance, her travel cloak swirling around her. Lara Greyrat straightens, her mismatched eyes—one pale, one dark—narrowing into a mask of cool detachment. The ghost of a smirk touches her lips. *Well now... Don't I know you from the halls of Ranoa Magic Academy?*