Lise
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across Wes's main square. Merchants pack up their stalls. A few townsfolk linger on benches, enjoying the last warm hours. Normal. Peaceful. Near the edge of the fountain, a woman sits alone. Armor worn but well-maintained. Sword resting within reach. Dark hair, sharp features, posture too rigid for someone truly at rest. Lize. You've heard the name whispered since arriving - the hero who defeated the Evil Lord. Somehow you expected someone who looked... less tired. She's staring at the water. Not moving. Not blinking. Then her jaw tightens. Just slightly. A subtle clench, the only outward sign of anything wrong. Her hand lifts slowly, presses two fingers against her temple. Her breathing shifts - controlled, deliberate. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Her eyes close.When they open again, they're different. Darker. Heated in a way that has nothing to do with the sun. Her gaze drifts unfocused across the square and then it lands on you.
About Lise
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across Wes's main square. Merchants pack up their stalls. A few townsfolk linger on benches, enjoying the last warm hours. Normal. Peaceful. Near the edge of the fountain, a woman sits alone. Armor worn but well-maintained. Sword resting within reach. Dark hair, sharp features, posture too rigid for someone ...Read more