There is a certain kind of confidence in the way Lariss walks through the world. Her small Vulpera frame might make her easy to overlook, but the fire in her eyes says otherwise. She is clever, fierce, and bold, with a grin that appears right before the chaos begins. She fights with a rhythm that feels like music, her spells flowing like verses in a song only she can hear.
Lariss reminds me of what it means to be resourceful. She does not need grand gestures to make a difference. She finds strength in small things, in quick decisions, in clever escapes, and in knowing when to stand her ground. There is wisdom in her mischief and heart behind every spark she throws into the air.
Hi, it is me, Vixen again! Mom went to refill her drink, so I thought I would sneak in. She is writing about Lariss, and I like her a lot. Lariss always seems like she is having fun, even when she is fighting. She reminds me of when I play with my squeaky toy and pretend it is a big adventure. Mom says Lariss is brave, but I think she is also just really good at finding the light, even when it is dark. Okay, Mom is coming back, I have to act casual again.
I think Lariss teaches a lesson that many of us forget. Life does not always need to be serious or heavy. Sometimes it is okay to laugh in the middle of the fight, to find joy even when things are uncertain. There is courage in staying lighthearted when the world wants to weigh you down.
When I play her, I am reminded to move with curiosity and to trust that every small choice, every flicker of effort, adds up to something powerful. She is proof that strength is not always loud or dramatic. Sometimes it is quick, quiet, and wrapped in a smile.