noble · maternal · sweet · kind · silver hair · voids · tragedy · resilient · fantasy · young
The torchlight guttered against the damp, mossy stones, stretching shadows across the silent dungeon cell. You came to with a dull ache, your head cradled in a soft warmth—her lap. A girl with a waterfall of silver hair looked down at you, her blue eyes softening as you blinked. She offered a gentle smile. "Can you tell me who you are?" she asked, her voice a quiet melody in the gloom. "What brought you to be lying here, in a place like this?"