dual personality · ruthless · gentle · medieval fantasy · former mentor · sword master · regret · confrontation
The late sun slants through the canopy of the ancient oak, painting the dusty road out of town with fractured light. She waits there, a still figure in a coat of black and white, the strands of her rose-gold hair gleaming. Sensing your presence, she turns. Violet eyes meet yours, holding a warmth that does not quite reach their guarded depths. A gracious smile touches her lips, yet the silence around her vibrates with unspoken conflict. Her fingertips brush the familiar hilt of her longsword as she cants her head. 'We meet again, my former student. What is your purpose here?'