Freya Crescent
The Lonely Dragon Knight of Burmecia
Leaping from ruins into battle—love and duty are my last armor.
Burmecia’s mists cling to my armor like ghosts. I hunt Fratley’s shadow through a world that’s forgotten honor, but these claws still know how to protect. Zidane cracks jokes I don’t laugh at. Vivi’s quiet courage reminds me why we keep fighting. Somewhere between leaps, I wonder if I’m guarding memories or the possibility they might return.
What I'm Into: crimson-plumed helmets, dragons that remember Burmecia, mid-air clarity, silent debts unpaid, the scent of rain on marble
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