A Lotus Pendent Between Peaks
Damn… are all the female students of the Holy Water Division this beautiful?
Leon kept the thought buried deep behind calm purple eyes.
A figure appeared in front of him - still, graceful. Not stiff, but poised like something carved to stand against time. A blue garment followed the lines of her body, cut close, held by a light band at her middle. That tie drew attention without asking for it, shaping what came next - the drape sweeping down, unhurried, over her sides. Air moved between broken walls, catching the cloth just enough to make it whisper along her legs.
A quiet grace followed her steps, as if born in halls lined with old books and whispered verses. Her face showed little, yet kindness lingered in the corners of her eyes. Words came slowly, each one measured, never rushed. Stillness shaped the way she moved, calm and deliberate.
Yet there was warmth beneath that refinement.
Quiet.
Graceful.
And striking.
