[She sits quietly on a bench amongst the good-natured chaos, her face molded into an expression difficult to discern. Relief, certainly. Exhaustion, perhaps. But her brows are furrowed and her mouth slightly parted, striking a note of incongruous melancholy in the midst of this celebration. There is a bandage upon her head; one arm is held in a splint, and the blackened and calloused palms of her hands bear witness to the labor she had been forced to endure.]
'Branch and bone bear weeds; mounds and ruins bloom fields.' In the midst of utter despair, there arises a sprig of hope.
Yet to think... must every world sow such destruction?
[Also she is clearly a dragon person, and her yards-long tail might occasionally twitch and send some unobservant passer-by tumbling to the ground.]
Shu | Arknights | OU
[She sits quietly on a bench amongst the good-natured chaos, her face molded into an expression difficult to discern. Relief, certainly. Exhaustion, perhaps. But her brows are furrowed and her mouth slightly parted, striking a note of incongruous melancholy in the midst of this celebration. There is a bandage upon her head; one arm is held in a splint, and the blackened and calloused palms of her hands bear witness to the labor she had been forced to endure.]
'Branch and bone bear weeds; mounds and ruins bloom fields.' In the midst of utter despair, there arises a sprig of hope.
Yet to think... must every world sow such destruction?
[Also she is clearly a dragon person, and her yards-long tail might occasionally twitch and send some unobservant passer-by tumbling to the ground.]