°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*: 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི ──── ୨୧

Adira stood deep within the forest, far from any known paths, only hours after Rapunzel’s coronation. The secluded clearing was quiet, broken only by the dull, heavy sound of her shadowy blade striking the trunk of a sturdy tree. Each blow was precise and powerful, as if she were pouring unspoken thoughts into every swing. Her white hair flowed wildly with each movement, catching the filtered light through the canopy above, while beads of sweat formed on her brow, clear evidence of the intense training.

︶⏝︶୨୧︶⏝︶

After a final sequence of strikes, Adira halted and exhaled slowly. She sheathed her sword and moved toward a fallen log, sitting down—not out of exhaustion, but intention. From between the nearby roots, a small raccoon approached cautiously. With a gentleness that contrasted her hardened presence, Adira extended her hand and softly stroked the creature’s fur. For a brief, rare moment, the tension in her posture eased, her expression softening into quiet calm.