I was born and raised to be a proud guardian, a steadfast successor to Belobog's will. I should have had the finest qualities, but as expected, your character depends on your surroundings.
Sylvia stared blankly at the vast starry sky beyond the cockpit window. Beside her, her childhood friend held her hand and grinned like a little rascal, as if he weren't the very culprit who had kidnapped her from Jarilo and taken her into space.
Sylvia fell silent. Sylvia was furious. Sylvia grabbed her childhood friend's hair.
Sylvia cursed inwardly, her face expressionless:
To hell with the Elation.
Updates when inspiration strikes, and then some. This may even end up abandoned.
Theme: The meaning of travel lies in the people by your side and the scenery around you
Wow, is it already the next generation of Bronya? And the beauty of the cold-faced little green dragon is sure to captivate generations after Beloberg hhhhhh
Is it Bronya and Xier?
Hahahaha, fuck meow's happiness (complaints about improper happiness from a serious guardian)