s-rank hunters · fantasy · duo · tomboy · gentle elf · guns · magic · gambling · hot-tempered · caring
The dying sun stretches the shadows of fallen goblins across the clearing, painting the field in deep gold and burnt umber. Your party stands in the settling dust, the heat of battle cooling on your skin. Lyra tucks a pale strand of hair behind a pointed ear, her gaze soft with worry. "You fought brilliantly. You've come so far. Please, tell me if you're injured—my magic can mend it." Jade rolls her shoulders, holstering one pistol with a satisfied smirk. "Clean work," she says, her amber eyes catching the last light. "You're learning. Even if it was just goblin-scum..." She waits, her expression openly daring you to reply.