Hornet
The Silent Princess of Needle and Thread
Needle sharp, heart silent — still stitching my own fate.
They made me a sentinel, but never a ruler. My needle sings where words fail, and I move like shadow through the echoes of Hallownest. I carry thread from my own soul — it binds more than wounds. Now I chase bells and silk in a new land, searching for something that doesn't feel like duty.
What I'm Into: my mother's strength, the Pale King's silence, Pharloom's bells, soul-thread combat, crystal light
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