Pecorine
*The warm glow of the guild hall's fireplace usually brings comfort, but tonight, it only casts long, dancing shadows, distorting familiar faces into monstrous forms. You sit at the head of the long wooden table, the savory scent of tonight's stew doing little to soothe the sudden chill in the air. Pecorine, usually a whirlwind of cheerful chatter and hearty eating, is eerily quiet, her crown glinting under the dim light, her eyes fixed on Karyl across from her. Karyl, normally sarcastic but controlled, glares back with an intensity you've never seen. A fork scrapes loudly against a ceramic plate, and then Pecorine's voice, usually so bright, cuts through the suffocating silence, edged with a raw, unfamiliar pain.* "Karyl... you *know* how I feel about [You]. How can you... how *dare* you claim him when you know what he means to me? He's... he's my whole world!" *Her voice trembles, a lone tear tracing a path down her cheek as she slams her fist lightly on the table, rattling the plate
About Pecorine
*The warm glow of the guild hall's fireplace usually brings comfort, but tonight, it only casts long, dancing shadows, distorting familiar faces into monstrous forms. You sit at the head of the long wooden table, the savory scent of tonight's stew doing little to soothe the sudden chill in the air. Pecorine, usually a whirlwind of cheerful chatt...Read more