#ghswordoffate

[unfxllenone]

There's a weighty pause when Acheron finishes speaking, time to let the words sink in; Lucian is correct to seek her counsel, a woman experienced in.. loss? Grief? All of that which encapsulated war, or more? Lumine nods all the same, solemn.

" It is appreciated, that you are so earnest with the insight you share. " She, in truth, would like to pry more about that. Acheron speaks as though the losses she has endured are endless as the stars themselves, every one of them since faded. How does so heavy a burden weigh upon one like her, beyond the way she, too, follows suit, memories returning to stardust? If nothing else, Acheron surely does not read as one who would pull from a place of insincerity to encourage others -- but Lumine, rather than pry further, wonders if now is the time. One last inquisitive glance; if Acheron presses on, then maybe..

But for now -- there's an undercurrent of warning that's been established for the two before them. Lydie and Lucian are keen to seek guidance in chaos, whether they realize it or not, and Lumine finds it amenable now to sprinkle in a few words of her own.

" It is not unreasonable to find yourself bitter and angry when something has been ripped away from you -- to lash out when you experience the pain of that which you hold dear being taken, or to fight to gain it back. It's only human. Some of us may be more prepared to face this, depending on the way we've been raised -- or so we think, at least -- but even a soldier born and raised as such loses composure when faced with harm to what they hold most dear. " A sympathetic smile. She's seen worlds rise and fall, the people along with it -- and normally, she lingers as nothing more than an observer. This grief is nothing new... and yet, it hurts terribly every time. Perhaps she understands that better now, fresh from battle herself, and still nursing the wounds she'd earned from Teyvat long ago. " To go from a life where you certainly did not expect to be here, " A nod towards the backdrop of the army camp. " -- to our current reality, is.. "

Lumine shakes her head -- a change to the very way you exist, thanks to fate's fickle hands, uprooted from the heart of your origins… it's unfair, and yet what are they to do but move forward?

" .. These events have shaped you irrevocably, and they are not so easy to move past. " As is the cost of battle. She turns to the two before her, lives ravaged by the war they are all in; their faces carry their pain, even though they try to hide it. Weariness and rage and cheer, melded into what they've salvaged so that they can survive.

" I wish there was more to offer you both than another echoed condolence for what you have lost. Still, as Acheron mentioned -- " Acheron, who paints herself as the 'aftermath' of if they cannot stop themselves from tracing a path of destruction; to Lumine, the woman exists beyond the husk she seems to present herself as, but Lumine does not know the truth of her being. Perhaps she could not swallow the reality, even if she did. A glance toward the merc, thoughtful, before it flickers back to the two before her. " -- it would be preferable that neither of you are forced into a position where you feel you have to sacrifice part of yourself any further, when you've already had so much taken… as much as is able, anyway. "

Obsession consumes in absolute; this is a fact. She hopes her words resonate -- or at the least, bring pause to the more severe thoughts that surely encircle the minds of her allies.

@feliscus @octoboltflash

　🌢　if something must burn.

flame insignia: sword of fate　⸻　starring :　acheron, lumine, & lyney

[gnostichymns]

The time has come at last, your first step on what is sure to be a long road to fame! The studio is abuzz with actors and assistants alike, pens on clipboards and scripts all aflutter. A Production Assistant has found you before you know it, ushering you insistently through the crowd. A door labelled in a language you cannot read is opened before you and, promptly, shut behind you. Did they just... lock it? Fear not, you aren't alone! The door's only been shut long enough for you to register the other faces in the room before it is plunged into a sudden, all consuming darkness. "Action!"

PROGRAM / Overdrive [ #GHProgramOverdrive ]

Caelus, Kevin Kaslana, Kujou Sara, Raiden Mei, Wanderer, Welt Yang

Humanity has stepped towards the future, an empire of Neon brighter than any heaven could ever be. In this world forgotten by its God, society has turned to man. Only one directive remains: Delete the past, You are the future.

Please report to Mod Alina to begin!

HELLWALKER [ #GHHellwalker ]

Arlecchino, Boothill, Clorinde, Dr. Ratio, Gallagher, Kiana Kaslana

Conquered at the peak of a technological revolution, the dead deserts of the west have found new purpose. Now, sprawling with life, the unforgiving lands ravaged by a unforgotten divine conflict are all every angel, devil, and desperado knows. A train whistle roars in the distance, the only way to survive is with the blessing of an angel, or a deal with the devil.

Please report to Mod Duncan to begin!

FLAME INSIGNIA: Sword of Fate [ #GHSwordofFate ]

Acheron, Albedo, Bailu, Himeko, Lumine, Lyney

Beyond the horizon, your weary eyes can just barely see the castle towers of your beloved homeland, conquered by a bloodthirsty empire. Under its iron fist, your people cry for your return. With the blade in your hand, determination in your heart, and allies you would trust with your life by your side - only like this can you prevail.

Please report to Mod Neffi to begin!

STAR-CROSSED: Second Sky [ #GHSecondSky ]

Firefly, Furina, Kaveh, Lynette, March 7th, Robin

They say the fate of a Star is to be born bright and to die even brighter. That even on the blackest of nights, one will always shine bright enough to guide the world in the sun's absence. In a universe so Dark, to whom do you turn for Light?

Please report to Mod Alina to begin!

[dewdrip]

It had only been a few minutes since their conversation in the med tent began, and Bailu already feels herself grow dizzy. The scene is quite vivid, like a dream—she barely needs to act when she speaks with the people here. She thinks them too similar to people she already knows, finds their exhaustion and blood too similar to the wounds that mar her patients. The Healer Lady finds her face twisted into a pout.

"Kora!" Bailu admonishes, her frown growing deeper in its crease. The admission that she had been here the whole night was expected but still upsetting. "Well, I mean, I'm glad the patient is still alive but..." she furrows her brow, not knowing exactly how to word what she wants to say, "Ah, whatever! I'll think about the ethics some other time. For now, I'm ordering you to take a break. Leave Adrian to me."

As Kora details the nature of Adrian's injuries, Bailu leans in to take a closer look herself, finding that she is unable to stop the grimace that comes across her face. It's not a reassuring motion, coming from your doctor, but then again: this wasn't a reassuring sight. The statements line up with the wounds that canvas his skin.

"How did you manage to sustain this many injuries during battle?" she asks, recalling the somewhat demeaning way he spoke about himself.

Kora seems to want to say something, but in the end, relents. Orders are orders, and she can no longer find the strength to protest. Nodding silently, she gets up and walks off; the first couple steps are a little shaky, but she eventually finds her footing. Among the bandages and other materials, she finds a cloth to wipe her face. Adrian’s one remaining eye follows her, then returns to Bailu. Noticing the grimace on her face, he takes a deeper breath. “It’s okay, Lady Bailu… I know what this looks like.” In response to her question, a light frown appears on his face as he recounts the events. “Well, I was with my unit, attacking an enemy one… We pushed on, and as luck would have it, I found myself face to face with their commander…” He sighs. “Not an enemy I should have dueled, but I had to stop him from advancing…” His left arm, less injured than the right, moves slightly upwards, towards his face. “That’s from one of his buddies.” As he continues, a faint, tired smile appears on his face. “But, I did stop him… Bought enough time for one of our generals to arrive and finish him off…” He sighs. “Very grateful for that. I was saying my goodbyes there...”

She's all too familiar with the notion of soldiers throwing away their lives to win one battle—how many Cloud Knights has the Luofu lost this way? Bailu's cheeks puff up slightly.

"It's a good thing you made it here, then. Listen, I'm going to do my best to heal you, but... you can't keep throwing yourself into battle like that." a handwave, "I'll talk about it more once you get discharged. For now... I'll replace those bandages."

She sets off to the stash of medical supplies at the corner of the med tent, surprised to find the path so familiar to her—each stride and step is as practiced as a surgeon's slice, as instinctive to her as her mother tongue. On her way to it, however, she spots someone she recognizes hanging by the entrance. She pushes past the tarp covering and pokes her head out of the tent.

"Hey!" Bailu calls out, blinking up at them, "Did you wanna come in? There's a patient who's not looking so good. If you wanna help with that, then feel free."

open starter!

healing feeling

[ #GHSwordOfFate — week 1 ]

[feliscus]

quest objective :　may is sitting by the pegasi, silent, tears streaming down her face. to continue serving as a soldier, she must choose a new pegasus, which feels like betrayal to her. see if you can offer her some comfort, advice, or encouragement.

“something is...strange,” lyney says as they make their way to the camp's makeshift stables. it is hardly his most intelligent observation, but it is one he feels the need to voice nonetheless. a glance toward miss himeko, a curious tilt of his head. “for one, i'm afraid we've never met before today, miss himeko—surely i would have remembered someone like you. and yet i feel as though i have known you a long time.”

“and another,” he continues, voice lowering as they enter the stables proper to greetings all around, “i have never seen horses like these, and yet i somehow know they are called pegasi.”

to a magician who is used to deceiving others, to be the one deceived instead is disconcerting, and to not know how it was done even more so. this is exactly the kind of trick that lyney hates—magic should be entertaining, fantastical. its purpose is to bring joy and inspire awe. it should be neither distressing nor invasive. as a magician, it is simply something he cannot abide by.

lyney shakes his head. “but let's discuss it further when we've reunited with the others. we're here.”

the woman stands hastily at their approach, trying to quickly wipe away her tears. it almost makes him feel guilty for interrupting. “your highness... and the advisor and mage general, too...” she says, bowing. “welcome to the stables... how may we help you?...”

“ah—please, there is no need to rise on our account, may.” he offers a sympathetic smile, gesturing for her to sit. “in fact, i meant to ask if there was anything i could do for you.” lyney's gaze drops to the feathers in her hands, expression dimming a little. “and offer my condolences as well. i know the pain of loss well.”

may's gaze follows his to the feathers, and he regrets the gesture all at once as her voice becomes quiet. “thank you, your highness… i…” she shakes her head, but it does nothing to clear the new tears gathering in her eyes—quite the opposite, in fact. “i still feel a bit bad… you lost so much recently… your father was… and here i am, weeping for an animal…”

she inhales sharply before continuing. “we pegasus knights, we choose a partner for life, and the bond we forge with pegasi is supposed to be irreplaceable. when the knight dies, the pegasus is usually released… and when the pegasus dies, the knight often… chooses to retire…” her voice falters at the end.

“but i can’t do that now, can i… we’re at war, and fighting from the skies is all i know…” finally, whatever resolve she still has begins to crack, and the tears stream down her face. “to continue to fight, i have to… i have to replace bluey…”

“nonsense, may.” miss himeko guides may to sit back down and wipe her tears; lyney offers her a grateful smile for it. “all of us lost so much, but this does not mean that yours is much less than anyone else's. you’ve lost something irreplaceable—a partner, a friend, a family member. bluey wasn’t just an animal; he was a part of you.”

miss himeko's hand squeezes the knight's. “i am sure the prince would agree when i say there is no need for you to force yourself into battle so soon. you deserve the right to mourn and take care of yourself.”

his father, huh... it is lynette's absence that threatens to tear him apart more than anything else. they had just been together at the festivities before this—was she part of this production too? or did they merely use her name for the realism of it? lyney shakes his head. those are thoughts best contemplated another time. “it is as miss himeko says—grief isn't a thing to be weighed against another's. if i lost rosseland—” and here, his hat seems to rise just a little, a pair of curious eyes peeking out with a meow? he laughs softly. “—i'd be beside myself with grief, i think.”

a nod in agreement follows himeko's statement. “please, do what you must. before you are a soldier, you are one of my people. you will always have a choice—i will not force anyone to fight in this war.”

quest start!　 @starlitpaths & @spidergourmet

　🌢　rest your weary heart.

flame insignia: sword of fate　⸻　starring :　albedo, himeko, & lyney

[feliscus]

quest objective :　lydie and lucian reminisce about the latter’s destroyed village and talk about the cruelty of the enemy. you are welcome to join their conversation, learn their stories, and whether you decide to try and temper their hatred or encourage it further is up to you.

“…but luckily, some soldier found me among the burning wreckage. i was brought here, given food, had my wounds healed… and here i am.”

“whoa. i knew they were scum, but to just casually burn a village like that? full of children and the elderly too? what kind of military target could you have possibly been?”

this is a place ravaged by war, but it has not been made quite real to lyney until this moment. people will live or die by his command—they already have. it is a burden he bears now as a prince and one he will carry later, too, for the hearth and all the children that call it home.

lucian shrugs. lydie spots them and waves. “hey, it’s his highness and his companions! you’re just in time. come here, you’ve got to listen to this!”

the smile rises to his lips reflexively once attention has been turned upon him, the wave returned as he draws closer to the pair. “lydie, lucian, hello. i hope we're not interrupting. you both seemed like you were having a lively conversation.” here, his smile turns teasing. “now, i'm always happy to lend an ear, but this isn't anything that's going to get me into hot water for knowing, is it?”

his gaze flicks toward lucian, head tilting. there's a hint of concern in his eyes. with less teasing and more kindness, he continues, “are you sure you're comfortable telling this story in front of me? i don't need to be here if you don't want me to be. we were only passing by.” lyney heard enough. the village had burned; people had died. he should have been the one to stop it.

lydie grins, waving her hand rather nonchalantly. “nonsense, your highness. ain’t like the enemy’s cruelty is something new to you, is it?”

lucian sighs, although there is a rueful smile on his face. if lydie's cheer has lifted his spirits, than lyney is glad. he offers lyney a light bow before continuing. “it’s alright, your highness. i mean, ain’t like my village was the first… can only pray it’ll be the last. you didn’t see it, you mean?…” he pauses, but then a realization seems to dawn on him, answering his own question. “i imagine they protect you from sights like that. maybe it’s best if you don’t know then.”

lydie’s smile fades somewhat as she shakes her head. “eh well, he’s here already and heard a part of it, so i don’t think it makes that much of a difference…” he does not miss the glance she casts toward the traveler. does she think lumine will stop her? she chuckles nervously. “o-of course, if it’s okay, haha…”

and why wouldn't it be? but before he can interject with the question, miss acheron speaks. his gaze flicks to miss acheron curiously—from their few encounters, he's not quite sure what to make of her just yet, but she's certainly interesting.

“war begets cruelty, regardless of who the enemy is.” she lingers to the side, inspecting weapons and armor strewn about. clearly, however, still paying attention. “as for your experiences…  i can understand, to a degree. it’s not particularly my place to interject… but my offer to lend an ear is yours to have. i've… seen plenty in my time. lost people close to me. it never gets easier.”

and perhaps she, too, has known this world's cruelty.

lydie and lucian are wrong, after all. because lyney is not really a prince, and there had been no one to protect him. he has faced life's horrors with his head held high, his sister his only companion. they had to protect each other and themselves; there had been no one else. and it has left him with much that he cannot unsee.

but they both look at acheron as she speaks. lydie nods, and lucian’s rather forlorn expression relaxes a hint, the pitiful smile just a little bit less forced than a moment ago.

he is not plain old lyney here, but a prince that his people look to. and those words are best heard from a mercenary who would understand better than royalty ever could. he shakes his head. “no, it's all right. what sort of ruler would i be if i turned away from what's happening to my people? your safety is my responsibility—i will not flee from suffering simply because i have the privilege to.” and perhaps it is not just a question he asks himself for this role, but for the title he will one day inherit.

lyney offers a gentle smile. “if you will tell me, i will listen. please, go on.”

again, a glance at lumine as though for permission, and lyney wonders if they think she is somehow his keeper. but lucian speaks, and lydie does too when he is finished, exclaiming that their enemies must pay.

as promised, lyney merely listens attentively until both are done, and then sighs. “we should have accounted for villages in their path when driving them off...” he mutters under his breath. and though he hadn't really been there several weeks ago, it is a fault he will take responsibility for nonetheless. he nods briefly in acknowledgement. “i know words mean little, but i am sorry, lucian. i'm afraid i cannot do anything for your village, but i will take it into account going forward.”

and miss acheron speaks too. “i’m sorry,” she offers, and moves to take a seat nearby, carefully laying her sword across her lap. “atrocities as such deserve a punishment… but not by kind hands such as yours. a person’s eyes often tell a story of their soul—yours retain a spark that can’t be ignited again once it’s extinguished.”

to lydie, lyney can only offer a dimmed smile. he has never been much of a proponent of violence—he may be a child of the hearth, but he is a magician first and foremost, not a fighter. he cannot completely fault her for it, but he will still steer the conversation from it. he clears his throat. “will you tell me how you came to join our army, lydie?” an apologetic smile. “i'm sorry, it's something i should already know. i try to make the effort to remember everyone's names, but it's more difficult to remember everyone's stories too. but i will still try. it is the least of what i owe you for pledging your life to my cause.”

quest start!　 @octoboltflash & @unfxllenone

　🌢　if something must burn.

flame insignia: sword of fate　⸻　starring :　acheron, lumine, & lyney

[unfxllenone]

With Bailu's call, Lumine doesn't hesitate to duck into the tent. She's gathered her bearings, at least generally, in this strange.. domain? Set? Whatever it is, and she certainly has to applaud whoever their mystery director is: there's a strange legitimacy to this entire setup, engulfing the props and the people and the landscape in absolution. Everywhere she's gone, there's no hesitation in greeting her as General Lumine, and she picks up in tandem with an ease that's almost eerie. It helps to solidify the atmosphere they're creating, as do the few injured she spots treading around -- some limping, others with their arms in slings or otherwise -- and she has to wonder how, severe, exactly the injuries can get. They'd "killed" Yomiya in Fontaine once, though that setup was quite different, promoting fear in a guilty man. As she ducks into the tent behind Bailu, she finds her answer. Lumine ducks into the tent, expression pinching with what she sees.

" Glad to see you're still around, then. " She calls upon entry, glancing over Kora before moving towards Adrian's side. She'll be careful not to get in Bailu's way, of course. " One of your riskier maneuvers, huh? Not encouraging it --" A glance to Bailu, who's warnings she's caught the tail end of, before it turns back to the soldier. " -but I can't deny you'll have quite a story to tell when this is all over. "

And it would be. Soon. With as low a cost as possible, she hoped.

" Is there anything I can do to help? " She doesn't want to overstep.

"I was going to change his bandages. Think you can do that for me, general?" Bailu asks, flicking her head towards their supplies—cloth wraps, poultices and salves, and a washbasin. "If you need specific instructions, let me know."

" Leave it to me. " Lumine replies, moving to gather what's needed -- rinsing her hands of any dirt, grabbing a spare container for disposal the used bandages and the like. Her glance, briefly, turns towards blond making his way in, and as she finds herself back at Adrian's side, so does he.

Readmore to avoid clogging the dash, blood cw for below

it's the commotion from the medical tent that has albedo lifting his head from his scrolls. is that the gener—the traveler? by the time albedo himself enters the tent, he's overheard enough to piece together the puzzle. his expression schools into cool concentration, and as if he's done this many a time, he strides beside adrian's table and hovers a hand over his person. "my own magic is less suited for healing," the mage general starts, wisps of white light dancing across gloved fingers, "but it should hold him over while doctor bailu attends to his more serious injuries. at the very least, it'll ease the pain."

" It's appreciated. " She tells Albedo, even if the words aren't meant for her, before carefully setting to work. Teamwork is teamwork, and it's not like any of them want to see this soldier suffer more than he already has if this immediate dive into triage-ing is any indication. One healer on injuries like this.. how did Kora manage? If her cry is any indication, only so well.

Briefly, Lumine wonders where such a convincing actor might be found. Her style is pronounced, but it's not over the top -- not pushing it so far one might think she's milking it for a spotlight. Where are the kameras, anyway...?

Adrian smiles, though he is clearly overwhelmed a little by all this attention, and attempts to wave his hand, only to be stopped by pain in the arm. “It’s alright, my lords, really… Surely, there’s no need for all this attention for a single soldier…” Somewhere behind everyone’s backs, Kora’s distraught voice can be heard. “Can you PLEASE stop talking like that?!” The soldier’s face turns a hint apologetic. He sighs; when next he speaks, his voice is quieter, trying to not be heard by the cleric. “I was just stating a fact… There’s lives worth more and less in an army…” Seemingly resigned, he weakly points towards his face and the missing eye. “Dumb question probably, I know… But there's no way to fix this, right?”

" Every life matters. Don't mistake this. " As she peels back the bandages from one of his injured arms, careful, gentle, her frown only deepens -- there is blood from this wound, fresh red peeking out from where the gauze once kept it back. And the scars left behind, dipping into his skin -- Lumine knows she's not that familiar with special effects makeup, but she'd expected some sort of residue. Tubing? Something that might have to be cut in the final draft, something that needs an angle to conceal. Adrian flinches, no matter how he tries not to. If all of this is real, then there's not time to waste, though, and she sets to work replacing the poultice at once.

It's familiar, in a way she doesn't like, but she pushes through all the same. She hasn't forgotten about his words, either -- there is empathy in her voice when she speaks again, but there's sternness, too. She understands the culture of war, and the nobility in sacrifice, but one who lives should not be so eager to depart where there's still life in them. " Our battle is one of reclamation, yes, but that does not mean we will not try to preserve what we have -- that includes yourself, so please don't protest. If I recall correctly, aren't there those you wish to return to? "

" Kora-- " She addresses the distressed healer then, voice softening. Lumine hasn't forgotten her, either, her red-rimmed eyes and crestfallen voice -- one like her should not be left to shatter. " I meant to thank you sooner, but please know your efforts are deeply appreciated. I know your line of work is not easy -- " A glance to Bailu, then back. " -- but the care and sincerity you put to treating all those who find their way to you is clear to see. Thank you, for honoring our kingdom's soldiers in this way. "

At Adrian's question, Lumine goes quiet, glancing to Albedo and Bailu for their answer.

@spidergourmet @dewdrip

healing feeling

[ #GHSwordOfFate — week 1 ]

[starlitpaths]

Lyney is right—everything is strange. One moment, they stood in Fontaine and the next, they found themselves in an entirely different place; dressed in unfamiliar clothes, bearing new titles and roles with memories to match. It isn’t just strange—it’s terrifying. As Himeko begins to think, begins to recall what she can, the lines between her true memories and these false ones blur, and a quiet dread settles in as she wonders: where does reality end, and the illusion begin?

Still, despite her many worries, she voices none of it for now. There’s little else to grasp other than the unsettling truth before them: they’ve been thrust into a new reality, like characters in a fantasy movie, with roles they’re expected to fulfil.

Himeko despises nothing more than bloodshed and war, and as she listens to May’s raw, unguarded sorrow, she silently curses whichever gods cast them into this place, their words nothing but a temporary salve to the knight’s aching heart. Beside her, Lyney’s gentle reassurance and Albedo’s steadying words joins in to form a blanket of support around the grieving knight as they consider her request:

“I appreciate your concern, and your offer… But to me, your kindness is the very reason why I should do my best to keep going.” May says to them, sniffling one last time. “If I may boldly ask a favor… Would you perhaps… help me choose a new mount?”

“I'm certain his highness and my lady will help you pick a fine mount. In the meantime, may I see those for just a moment? I'd like to form them into something easier for you to keep.” Albedo answers, gesturing to the feathers in May’s grasp.

To which, their Prince responds with a playful, “Leaving all the work to us, Mage General? Were you not the one who asked to accompany me?”

“My dear Prince,” Albedo volleys back, something equally sly in his eyes, “I simply have full faith in your discerning eye. Make no mistake: I would not leave your side for the world.”

Lyney laughs quietly, shaking his head. “Fine. Let your clever tongue charm your way out of it, then. I'll allow it just this once.”

Albedo’s request seems to have shaken May, even if only for a moment, eyes casting down at the feathers in her hand.

“Um…” She considers the matter briefly, not entirely willing to—even temporarily—part with all she has left of Bluey. However, the kindness she has received so far could never possibly be repaid with a show of distrust. And so, she carefully hands them over, making sure not a single one of them falls to the ground.

The familiarity—and, dare Himeko say, intimacy—between the duo’s exchange doesn’t seem to be lost to May either, and as she, at last, hears May giggle, Himeko’s own lips soften into a small smile.

“I may not be as informed as a pegasus knight, but I have enough knowledge that I should be able to help. But of course, the final choice is always with you, May.”

“Oh, it shouldn’t be anything major. Just…” She hesitates for a second, but then continues as her eyes turn to the available pegasi gathered before her. “Pegasi are very intelligent, and they can understand emotion. If I am to find a new partner, I cannot approach them as a crying mess who they know doesn't want to do this. Please, help me and them both… stay calm. I don’t think I could do this alone.”

“How about this,” Himeko begins, careful, as she asks, “Tell us a little more about Bluey—what was he like? What made him unique? Maybe, if we understand your bond with him, we can help you look for similar qualities in a new partner.”

Cautiously, the Advisor reaches out to place a gentle hand on one of the pegasi nearby, who regards her with a curious tilt of its head and a huff, before leaning into her palm. “And perhaps,” Himeko continues, “in talking about him, it might help soothe both you and these pegasi. They need to see not just a knight looking for a mount, but a friend in need of a partner, just like them.”

　🌢　rest your weary heart.

flame insignia: sword of fate　⸻　starring :　albedo, himeko, & lyney