Anju
I am a princess with lips made of glass
His sympathy is a comfort, as she is not one for flowery words. The sentiment alone is what gives her the sense of kinship that she has so missed. "Thank you." This journey alone has seen fit to remind her that while she feels quite isolated in Stormbreak, there are friends and supporters on the mainland who would always lend their hands and ears if she simply knew to ask.
"I have, unofficially. Without a leader, titles are relatively meaningless." She has stepped into as many roles as possible to keep their city afloat, which has left her rather exhausted. This trip has been the first time in a year that she has had any time to herself.
His experience makes her refocus, and she tilts her chin slightly at her bow. "I would be honored if you could give me pointers on my form. I hope to do this weapon justice." A blade had always felt more at home in her hands, but Lizbeth's death would see Anju pick up a far different weapon now.
"I have, unofficially. Without a leader, titles are relatively meaningless." She has stepped into as many roles as possible to keep their city afloat, which has left her rather exhausted. This trip has been the first time in a year that she has had any time to herself.
His experience makes her refocus, and she tilts her chin slightly at her bow. "I would be honored if you could give me pointers on my form. I hope to do this weapon justice." A blade had always felt more at home in her hands, but Lizbeth's death would see Anju pick up a far different weapon now.
and a voice cut from steel
