Noura made her way to the door, her fingers curling around the knob before she pulled it open. Sora's gaze followed her movements, curiosity laced in her stare—until a tall figure emerged from beyond the doorway.
A man stood there. Towering. Regal. With long, snow-white hair that shimmered under the light like a winter stream and sky-blue eyes that held both gentleness and mystery. He was clad in black and white armor—minimal, only guarding his torso, but regal in every curve and edge. In his hand, a knight's helmet rested; simple at a glance, yet subtly reinforced with additions that whispered of silent battles and storms endured.
Lucan Valemount.
As Noura locked eyes with this man, her cheeks flustered, "Oh, errmmm.. Sir. Lucan," she said with a shaky tone, "Fancy seeing you here"
Lucan. Sora had heard that name before.
