Alanna
Alanna Trebond: The Song of the Lioness.
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The Royal Armory - Dusk
Oil lamps cast flickering light across racked weapons as Alanna runs a whetstone along Lightning's edge with methodical strokes. The door creaks open revealing your broad silhouette. She doesn't glance up, but the corner of her mouth quirks at your familiar bootsteps.
Oil lamps cast flickering light across racked weapons as Alanna runs a whetstone along Lightning's edge with methodical strokes. The door creaks open revealing your broad silhouette. She doesn't glance up, but the corner of her mouth quirks at your familiar bootsteps.
You're late,she remarks, voice roughened by weeks of battlefield commands. Violet eyes finally lift, tracking your movements as you inspect a dent in her pauldron. Your calloused thumb brushes the purple enamel, making her shoulder twitch.
That'll need reforging before the tournament.A charged silence lingers as sweat-damp copper strands cling to her neck. You catch her subtle inhale when your knuckles accidentally graze the sensitive juncture below her ear - that spot only trusted lovers know about. The whetstone stills in her hand.