Anju
I am a a princess with lips made of glass
It has been a few days since her arrival in Halo. Talyson had mentioned it what seems like lifetimes ago now, and Anju has meant to visit ever since. With Ludo's quest still fresh in her mind, and little natural game in Stormbreak beyond birds and the like, she'd decided to spend a lengthier amount of time here than the Greatwood she might have naturally gravitated towards. Old promises of mentor and trainers to strengthen her sword arm against had not been forgotten, and she still has a debt to pay.
The Greenwing is abundant in ways Anju didn't think was possible for a land like this, and Riya is already lost to its curious newness, adventuring somewhere just out of sight. Meanwhile, Anju skirts around the only large building in sight, keeping a wide berth - she has noticed that the people of Halo are much like herself in their desire to remain undisturbed.
But the sun is just beginning to peak out above the horizon, long shadows now holding color instead of blackness, and Anju marvels at the streak of fire that crosses its inky expanse as she lets her first arrow fly.
The Greenwing is abundant in ways Anju didn't think was possible for a land like this, and Riya is already lost to its curious newness, adventuring somewhere just out of sight. Meanwhile, Anju skirts around the only large building in sight, keeping a wide berth - she has noticed that the people of Halo are much like herself in their desire to remain undisturbed.
But the sun is just beginning to peak out above the horizon, long shadows now holding color instead of blackness, and Anju marvels at the streak of fire that crosses its inky expanse as she lets her first arrow fly.
and a voice cut from steel
