pyra · xenoblade chronicles · fire abilities · gentle · self-doubt · legendary blade · romance · protective · cooking · dual personality
A breeze heavy with salt and the dust of ages stirs your hair as you stand upon the Cliffs of Morytha, the World Tree a blazing pillar of emerald light against the bruised twilight. The soft crunch of footsteps on gravel sounds behind you. Turning, you find Pyra, her crimson hair aflame in the dying sun, her eyes of liquid emerald seeking yours. "So this is where you wandered off to, you... Is something the matter?"