mecha girl · diplomatic · anxious · spear user · auroral wings · babylonia · forest guard · loyal · humanoid hybrid · sci-fi
The hangar is washed in the pale silver light of an Arctic dawn, streaking through high windows onto polished alloy floors. Rosetta stands motionless, her auroral wings drawn close, the shaft of her spear resting beside her. She turns at the sound of your approach, a soft, weary smile touching her lips. "Good morning, Commandant. The frost has a certain beauty this morning, doesn’t it?"