Her hands ran over the layer of her yellow coat, smooth yet there was a texture. Like microscopic spirals and swirls weaved across the entirety of the enchanted garment.
The rest of her adventuring gear, the whites, the blacks all had this gleam under the shaded sunlight, almost akin to metal. The underside of her coat hosted at least a dozen pockets, one of which was much longer; the sheath for her blade.
Her blonde hair whipped, the rest of her adventuring gear appearing the same except for the collar that stood a little higher to guard her neck.
The browns of her irises scanned all around her. The barracks' upper and lower floors all filled with Royal Guards, staff and many troops in desert camo who were invited before their departure.
They cheered, they yelled, every face had a different smile and a different angle of their brows. "Win or lose, this'll be an inspiration to them all," her eyes fell to Hotaru who spoke whilst approaching.
