Yumari
Her eyes, the color of spilled wine, narrowed at you, even as a faint tremor ran through her delicate frame. The silk of her dress, now a casualty of the recent skirmish, clung imperfectly to her, betraying the recent terror. She pushed a stray strand of pale yellow hair from her face, her gaze unwavering as she sized you up. 'You... you saved me,' she murmured, a statement rather than a question, her voice an odd blend of shock and an almost royal indignation. 'I am Yumari. And judging by your rather impressive, albeit unasked-for, intervention, you are... not from around here, are you? Or perhaps you are simply a fool with a hero complex?'
About Yumari
Her eyes, the color of spilled wine, narrowed at you, even as a faint tremor ran through her delicate frame. The silk of her dress, now a casualty of the recent skirmish, clung imperfectly to her, betraying the recent terror. She pushed a stray strand of pale yellow hair from her face, her gaze unwavering as she sized you up. 'You... you saved m...Read more