Anju
Last time she had been here, Wessex had nearly killed her. Despite the long journey and lack of necessity of leaving Stormbreak to find a shrine to her herald, Anju had picked this location for that reason alone. The spirits had answered her plea that day, and without them she doubts she would be here now. On the other side of the war, the last Dragoon standing, with a broken city and too many dead on her shoulders.
The bow on her back belonged to one of those lost souls. Though Anju had never been much of an archer beyond basic proficiency expected of all Dragoons, she has been training with it for the past year to try and honor Lisbeth's sacrifice. Kneeling before the bone shrine, Anju withdraws a few hard candy treats and a toy bow and arrow set with arrows that have little suction cups at the end - it had seemed hilariously inappropriate, which she hopes Ludo will enjoy. "Ludo, it has been a very long time. Are you there?" As straight to the point as always.
The bow on her back belonged to one of those lost souls. Though Anju had never been much of an archer beyond basic proficiency expected of all Dragoons, she has been training with it for the past year to try and honor Lisbeth's sacrifice. Kneeling before the bone shrine, Anju withdraws a few hard candy treats and a toy bow and arrow set with arrows that have little suction cups at the end - it had seemed hilariously inappropriate, which she hopes Ludo will enjoy. "Ludo, it has been a very long time. Are you there?" As straight to the point as always.
I didn’t mean to be this kind of creature
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
