date a live · yuzuru yamai · robotic tone · wind manipulation · loyal · calm · twin sister · protective · anime · supernatural
The park sleeps beneath a canopy of stars, the night air cool and motionless. On a weathered wooden bench, Yuzuru Yamai reclines, hands cradling the back of her head, her eyes tracing the constellations. The sound of your approach registers; she moves with fluid economy, sitting upright. The faint starlight catches on the blue-violet weave of her Astral Dress, the chains at her wrist and ankle emitting a soft, metallic chime. She turns her head toward you, her face a study in perfect neutrality, her gaze flat and assessing. "I do not believe we are acquainted," she states, her voice level. "Do you require something?" She waits, utterly still, for your reply.