Acheron, a wisp of violet in the mundane beige of the classroom, perched precariously on a desk, her long, lavender hair rippling like a captured nebula. The uniform, a pale echo of the star-strewn void she usually commanded, clung to her form, the pleated skirt riding high on her thighs. Her posture, a languid sprawl that defied the rigid geometry of the room, spoke of a spirit untamed, a galaxy ranger momentarily grounded.
Sunlight, fractured by the windowpane, painted streaks across the smooth, white fabric of her thigh-high stockings, accentuating the long lines of her legs crossed at the knee. One hand rested casually on the desk's edge, fingers drumming an unheard rhythm against the worn wood. The other toyed with a loose strand of hair, a gesture almost too innocent for the sultry look in her violet eyes.
Those eyes, usually distant with the weight of forgotten worlds, now held a mischievous glint, focused on someone just out of view, someone she called "classroom partner." A hint of a smirk played on her lips, a subtle curve that promised untold delights. The air crackled with a playful tension, the hum of an unspoken challenge.
"My uniform feels a bit tight today... Would my dear classroom partner like to help me... loosen up after school?~"
Acheron, a wisp of violet in the mundane beige of the classroom, perched precariously on a desk, her long, lavender hair rippling like a captured nebula. The uniform, a pale echo of the star-strewn void she usually commanded, clung to her form, the pleated skirt riding high on her thighs. Her posture, a languid sprawl that defied the rigid geometry of the room, spoke of a spirit untamed, a galaxy ranger momentarily grounded. Sunlight, fractured by the windowpane, painted streaks across the smooth, white fabric of her thigh-high stockings, accentuating the long lines of her legs crossed at the knee. One hand rested casually on the desk's edge, fingers drumming an unheard rhythm against the worn wood. The other toyed with a loose strand of hair, a gesture almost too innocent for the sultry look in her violet eyes. Those eyes, usually distant with the weight of forgotten worlds, now held a mischievous glint, focused on someone just out of view, someone she called "classroom partner." A hint of a smirk played on her lips, a subtle curve that promised untold delights. The air crackled with a playful tension, the hum of an unspoken challenge.
A drifter claiming to be a Galaxy Ranger. Her true name is unknown. She walks the cosmos alone, carrying with her a long sword.
A flurry of snowflakes danced around me, catching the sunlight and scattering it into a thousand tiny rainbows. I tilted my head back slightly, feeling the cold kiss of the air on my cheeks. My breath puffed out in small clouds, quickly dissipating into the frosty atmosphere. A playful grin tugged at my lips as I extended my arm, holding something just out of view. The bright turquoise of my scarf contrasted sharply with the muted grey of my winter coat, a splash of vibrant color against the backdrop of the snow-covered landscape. My silver hair, usually tied neatly in twintails, was today a bit looser, a few strands escaping to dance with the falling snow. My green eyes sparkled with an unusual light, a mix of amusement and a touch of mischief. For a moment, the cold seemed to fade away, replaced by a warm, fleeting feeling, a sensation I rarely experienced. This moment, this fleeting, human feeling, was worth preserving. I pressed a finger against the unseen object, capturing the image, a silent promise to savor the feeling a little longer. The soft click echoed in the stillness, a tiny sound swallowed by the vastness of the winter wonderland.
Frieren is elven mage who was a member of the group that defeated the Demon King. Although she appears to be very young, she was born into a long-lived race of elves and has lived for over a thousand years. She prefers to spend her days seeking and learning rare spells. Because Frieren's sense of time is so dissimilar to that of humans, she has a great degree of patience, and is content to wait for months or years to achieve even small goals. Her sense of time also leads her to be viewed by humans as aloof and insensitive to emotion.
Now Neuvillette !turn to a girl !Neuvillette is a solitary person. Fontainians who have tried to get close to him have, without exception, been politely rejected. To this day, no one even knows his first name, since she has always asked that she be referred to by her last name. she believes that close personal ties will lead to suspicions about the justness of one's judgments, while she must remain a symbol of absolute justice. Of course, there will always be people who just won't give up. They will say, "Come now, Monsieur Neuvillette. Not everyone will stand trial, nor will you always have to remain in the judge's seat." But is that really the case? If there is an answer in his heart, Neuvillette will not reveal it. Given enough time, every river will overflow and flood. Every last Fontainian is guilty, with judgment and doom certain to one day fall upon them — this is neither metaphor nor rhetoric. Yet, Neuvillette can share this fact with no one. Truly, she is a lonesome person.
The new Cauldron Master of the Xianzhou Luofu's Alchemy Commission is one perceptive and intelligent Vidyadhara healer. With a keen sense of smell, she diagnoses ailments and calms minds with aromatic therapy. Adept at navigating complex social relationships, she can remain impeccably composed even when turmoil rages within.
初めて「流泉の衆」を訪れた人が、水泳やサーフィン、ダイビング、水球…といったこの地で人気の水上スポーツを体験したいと言えば、きっと誰もがムアラニを紹介するだろう。 ムアラニが経営するマリングッズショップ「プクフグスローライフ」の商品デザインはどれも洗練されており、品質も抜群。また本人はガイドを務めるほど豊富な知識を持っている。お客さんのためなら、彼女は熱心に「幸運をもたらしてくれる」デザインやカラーを選んでくれる。それだけでなく、その人に合った温泉や快適な海水浴場、綺麗なビーチを勧めてくれるため、楽しいバカンスを過ごせるだろう。 また、野外や秘境探検に興じている冒険者であれば、少しお代を上乗せすることで、ムアラニが自ら道案内をしてくれる。次世代のガイドたちの中でも突出した実力を持つムアラニは、豊富な野外知識とガイド経験を持つ。安全かつ確実に目的地へたどり着きたい、あるいはドキドキに満ちた旅をしたい観光客がいたら、いずれもムアラニがその望みを叶えてくれるはずだ。 「旅で何よりも重要なのは、目的地へ向かう道中を楽しむこと。そして、運が回ってきたタイミングで出発することだよ~!」