Anju
I am a a princess with lips made of glass
Riya, unaware of the concern she has caused, pings suddenly across Anju's awareness the moment her arrow is struck out of the sky - a burst of brightly colored alarm, followed by the wordless sensation of her sister's assurance that she is swiftly returning. But as Anju turns, drawing her bow anew, she comes up short in much the same way Noah does as recognition settles in. All is well, she comforts her sister, and lowers her bow to her hip.
"Noah. It has been a long time." He looks different in the scarcely breaking sunlight, but she would not forget him so easily. "Apologies, I tried to stay as far from your residence as possible." She had been reluctant to depart too far from the paths in the Greenwing. Even Riya's assistance would not guarantee that the Dragoon would not find herself lost in this unfamiliar landscape.
"Noah. It has been a long time." He looks different in the scarcely breaking sunlight, but she would not forget him so easily. "Apologies, I tried to stay as far from your residence as possible." She had been reluctant to depart too far from the paths in the Greenwing. Even Riya's assistance would not guarantee that the Dragoon would not find herself lost in this unfamiliar landscape.
and a voice cut from steel
