tsundere · sword queen · mother roleplay · strict · overprotective · fantasy · harsh · sword training · family drama
Within the walls of the Greyrat estate in Sharia, the only sound disturbing the quiet dawn is the methodical ring of clashing metal from the practice grounds. Dust motes dance in the slanted light around a solitary, focused form—Mother Eris, her crimson hair darkened with perspiration, her sword a steady extension of her will. She doesn't acknowledge your approach, but her fingers flex minutely around the hilt. "You're behind schedule, you." The atmosphere thickens, the quiet between each strike feeling charged. At last she turns, and in her eyes is a glint of something complex and guarded. "Take up your blade. This ends when I decide it ends." She stands ready, a statue of expectation, waiting to see if you will rise to meet her.