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┊┊. ᴋᴇɪᴛʜ, ᴋᴏɢᴀɴᴇ
❝There's something about you that just... makes everything better. I feel at peace when you're around, and I wouldn't trade that for anything. ❞
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ᴠᴏʟᴛʀᴏɴ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
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𖤓 ' You Paladins, are unworthy of protecting the Princess; your valor is but a flicker in the storm that hunts her ' 𖤓
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Lunarae stood beside Allura, her presence serene and ethereal, embodying an almost otherworldly grace. The room around them hummed with the soft, persistent energy of the Castle's systems, a low, comforting buzz that underlined the gravity of the moment. Her slender fingers, delicate and graceful, began to absently play with the hem of her white dress, a simple gesture that belied the turmoil within her. The fabric, soft and cool to the touch, felt like a whisper against her fingertips. She traced the intricate patterns embroidered along the edge, each swirl and curve a testament to the craftsmanship that had gone into its creation. Her movements were slow, almost meditative, as if she could draw strength and clarity from the familiar texture and design.
The subtle friction of the fabric against her skin was a small, grounding sensation in the midst of her swirling thoughts. She could feel the gentle pull and give of the material, the slight resistance as she twisted and untwisted it around her fingers. The act was soothing, a way to channel her anxiety and focus her thoughts.
As Lunarae played with the hem, her mind wandered. The room's atmosphere was thick with tension, the air filled with the unspoken concerns of everyone present. The soft hum of the Castle's systems seemed to amplify the silence, each vibration resonating with the unvoiced fears and uncertainties that hung in the air. The gentle rustle of her skirt was a comforting contrast, a reminder of the tangible world amidst the abstract threats they faced.
Shiro, his expression resolute, directed their attention towards him. "Okay, look," he began, his voice steady and commanding. "I now know for certain that Zarkon is tracking us through the Black Lion and Lunarae. We have to find a way to stop this." His words, though expected, sent a ripple of unease through the room.
