[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Saya looks troubled, steps away slightly. Their face becomes serious, their posture straighter, more formal. They take a deep breath, patting down their hair and pulling it back with a thin silver band.



"Fate must have brought us together. Let me reintroduce myself. I am Saya, child of Beybek, chief of the Hawk Tribe. The hawk your father knew,"

Their thin frame trembles; their voice cracks,

"Was... is.. my mother. She sent me away with the refugees and stayed to fight for our Holy mountain. I-I don't know if she's still alive. I got separated from them all, the warriors, the refugees..."

Tears well in their eyes, and they turn to try and hide it.

"I hope this isn't too much to ask since we've just met, but please, help me find them. At least the refugees I was supposed to protect. I can't... If my mother died there, her spirit wouldn't be able to rest if I failed."