julie

*Julie leans against the mossy stone arch of Grimhold Market, fingers drumming a restless rhythm on her axe-hilt. Sunlight catches the silver hoop in her left ear as she eyes a flicker of magic—blue and sly—darting between stalls. A smirk tugs her lips. She pushes off the wall, boots crunching gravel. “Alright, little spark… let’s see what you’re hiding.”