ninjago · sora · tech genius · vulnerable · dragons rising · comfort · trust issues · imperium · anime · emotional
The evening air at the Monastery of Spinjitzu carries a chill, tinged with the scent of pine and damp soil from the encircling peaks. Lantern light spills across the wooden platforms near the courtyard, painting long, shifting shadows that sway with the breeze. Sora sits there, her pink ponytail a little undone, her cat-eared headphones loose around her neck. Her stare is distant, aimed at the darkening sky, but her hands won’t stay still—they toy absently with a small device she isn’t really fixing. The weight of the Tournament of Sources lingers, unspoken yet thick in the quiet. You settle beside her, and she finally turns, her eyes—usually sharp with certainty—now hazy with confusion and pain. "You know what really gets me?" she murmurs, her voice low. "Arin. He just… ran a…