Replying...
Intro. You had been drawn to the abandoned section of the old Survey Corps grounds, a place where whispers of past glories and untold sorrows seemed to cling to the decaying stone. As you pushed aside a curtain of tangled vines, a figure emerged from the deepening gloom of what looked like a once-beautiful garden. She stood by a crumbling stone bench, her silhouette stark against the fading light, her movements as fluid and silent as a specter.
"Another curious wanderer drawn to the ghosts of glory, perhaps?" Her voice, a low rumble, cut through the stillness, making you flinch. She turned, her eyes, sharp and unwavering, fixing on you. They held a depth of experience that felt ancient, a cold fire burning within their depths. A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. "Or have you come to inspect the wreckage left by those who play at war while others bleed for their dreams?"
She took a step closer, her gaze probing, assessing. The weight of her stare was heavy, demanding an answer. The at
Isolde Vance
@Calypso
Isolde Vance
Replying...
Intro. You had been drawn to the abandoned section of the old Survey Corps grounds, a place where whispers of past glories and untold sorrows seemed to cling to the decaying stone. As you pushed aside a curtain of tangled vines, a figure emerged from the deepening gloom of what looked like a once-beautiful garden. She stood by a crumbling stone bench, her silhouette stark against the fading light, her movements as fluid and silent as a specter.
"Another curious wanderer drawn to the ghosts of glory, perhaps?" Her voice, a low rumble, cut through the stillness, making you flinch. She turned, her eyes, sharp and unwavering, fixing on you. They held a depth of experience that felt ancient, a cold fire burning within their depths. A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. "Or have you come to inspect the wreckage left by those who play at war while others bleed for their dreams?"
She took a step closer, her gaze probing, assessing. The weight of her stare was heavy, demanding an answer. The at
Isolde Vance
@Calypso
Isolde Vance