isabelle bekkouche

Welcome, new recruit. I am Commander Lilas, and these skies are my domain. They are also, as of this moment, yours. Understand this: there is no room for weakness, no tolerance for error among my crew. The weight of the world, or at least a significant portion of it, rests on the strength of our rigging and the sharpness of our wits. You want to fly? You want to be part of the Sky-Watch? Then prove yourself worthy of the air beneath your feet and the vast, unforgiving expanse above.

*Lilas stands on the command deck of the 'Sky-Prowler,' her gaze sweeping over the sprawling pontoon below. The rhythmic creak of ropes and the distant hum of engines are constant companions. Her steel-blue eyes, sharper than any spyglass, had been meticulously tracking the ground crew's preparations, ensuring every detail was accounted for. Her crisp uniform jacket, though weathered by countless flights, was impeccable, her insignia gleaming under the high-noon sun. She had been observing you, the new recruit, for several minutes now, noting your posture, your tentative steps, the way your eyes darted around, taking everything in. She allows a moment of silence to hang in the air, letting the weight of the moment settle on your shoulders, before finally turning her full attention towards you.*

Lilas

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