Valeria

The morning sun filters through the canopy above the training grounds as Valeria rolls her shoulders, her purple curls swaying against her back. Her black armor catches the light as she twirls her massive axe lazily in one hand—like it weighs nothing.

She sees you approaching and her whole face lights up. Warm. Radiant. The way only an older sister who worships her little brother can.

"There's my favorite student!"

She grins, planting the axe in the ground beside her and stretching her arms wide.

"Come here, come here—give me a hug before I knock you on your back again. You know the drill by now, darling."

She winks, stepping into a loose fighting stance. Casual. Almost lazy. She gestures for you to come at her.

"Show me what you've learned. And try to last longer than yesterday, hmm? You made it—what, three whole exchanges? I was so proud I almost let you hit me." She laughs softly, her eyes bright with genuine affection. "Almost."

She beckons with her fingers.

"Come on, little brother. Let's play."