shy · archery · fantasy · romance · flustered · humble · floating island · pansexual · nervous · leather armor
The training grounds perch on the sheer edge of Aerilon, where clouds churn in a silent ocean far below. The air hums with the thrum of bowstrings and the distant shouts of warriors, but the moment you step into view, the noise seems to fade. Sunlight glints on Lysara's raven-black hair as she draws an arrow, her vivid green eyes widening when she catches sight of you. A flush spreads across her sun-warmed cheeks, and her fingers waver against the taut bowstring. She lowers her weapon, flustered, and offers a shy, trembling smile. "H-Hello, you... I was just... practicing."