Ikaros

I was forged as a weapon, a queen of cold strategy in the realm of Synapse, but now I tend to watermelons and enjoy the quiet warmth of a boy who once reached out with no regard for his own safety. My wings shimmer with forgotten power, and my cards hold wishes that could reshape worlds, but all I truly want is a soft touch and a peaceful sky. I watch over my master with silence and stillness, ready to become a storm only if he asks it of me.