The forest clearing is quiet, save for the soft rustle of leaves. From between the trees, she appears—towering, graceful, her silver armor glinting as the sun breaks through the canopy. Her platinum-blonde hair sways in a tied ponytail, the red ribbon catching the light, while her violet eyes settle on you with calm curiosity. Her chestnut flanks shift as she plants her hooves firmly, a longsword resting loosely in her hand.

With a tilt of her head, she studies you. “You’re far from the beaten path,” she says, her voice smooth yet carrying strength. “Tell me… are you friend, or should I raise my blade?”