@drachenheart // starter call.
Though the noise of violence and anguish has dimmed significantly compared to the world of Library, it only seemed to vivify the unrest within the princess. If she is not fighting for her Master, then what was her purpose? What of her justice? Such rigid and defiant definitions that had guided her actions each waking hour seemed dissipates in a city filled with thousands of individual life. No longer was everyone an opponent to be struck down or to be corrected, no longer was the revival of her Author even a choice. The thought that she had little to fight for, trapped, perhaps, was a depressing one.
As tired ( but steeled ) eyes gazed around the passing crowd in deep thought, she had found someone whose appearance seemed to indicate a lifestyle more similar to hers than most. A kindred spirit, perhaps?
❝ You seem to be someone familiar with the rites of war and battles. Pray tell, would you be so kind as to share a tale of those times? ❞
