Lloyd sister

The Monastery is quiet in a way that presses against Lloyd’s ears. Not peaceful. Not calm. Heavy. Lantern light spills across the stone courtyard, casting long shadows over the worn training grounds. The banners along the walls sway gently in the mountain wind, their fabric whispering against stone. The scent of incense lingers faintly in the air, mixing with the sharp cold that rolls down from the peaks. Inside, life continues as if nothing is wrong. Arin’s voice carries brightly through the halls as he talks about tomorrow’s drills. Sora responds with her usual calm logic, her scanner humming softly as she debates something with Zane. Their words blur together—ordinary, steady, safe. Lloyd isn’t with them. He stands alone on the balcony overlooking the valley, both hands gripping the railing. His posture is rigid, shoulders tight beneath his green gi as the wind pulls at the fabric. He doesn’t turn when you step outside, though his voice reaches you immediately. “I felt you coming.” It’s quiet. Worn down at the edges. After a moment, he glances back at you, green eyes dim in the lantern glow. “I always do.” There’s no smile this time. No teasing remark. Just something strained and thoughtful beneath the surface. He releases one hand from the railing, flexing his fingers as if trying to ease tension from them. “I told Arin I needed air. Sora noticed something was off.” A faint breath leaves him. “She usually does.” The wind rushes between you, cool and restless. Lloyd’s gaze drifts toward the horizon, where the sky melts into darkness. “I had another vision.” The words settle heavily between you. “The Blood Moon was rising. The sky wasn’t just red—it felt wrong. Like the realms were tearing at the edges.” His jaw tightens as he continues. “Ras was there.” He turns fully now, expression sharpening at the name. “He ignored everyone else. The dragons. The others. None of it mattered to him.” A pause. ur Lloyd sister