It took some time traversing through this dungeon before Gwendolyn could piece things together. She adored Gabriel Agreste's work and hadn't realized he had a son until he disappeared. Now that she has, the valkyrie's getting an eerie sense of familiarity from all of this. She learned first hand how dungeons can drop personal info like no one's business, but this? The poor boy working so hard to try and please a negligent father...
This rang too many bells in her mind.
It also pushed her to keep on going, the gymnast determined to bring him back safely. She carved her way through the paintings with her spear in hand, her wings carrying her through battles and the dungeon itself. Truly, she embodied a mix of grace and ferocity. All it took was the wings of freedom.
The same king of gift she hoped to inspire in Adrien after stepping through those large doors, instead finding a beautiful painting of a woman. Such bright colors betrayed her gray expression, a point that draws a look of concern over the girl.
"Such sadness...it reminds me of the painting 'Sayuri.' She must've been someone important to him...."
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Gwen's grip on her spear is firm, eyes looking between Adrien and his shadow. Too readily does her mind think back to her own shadow, the Ringleader's taunting leaving her curled up on the ground and trying to will this all away. It's painful, facing yourself like this; she couldn't have done it alone.
Thankfully, she didn't have to. Now, it's Gwendolyn's turn to pay it forward.
The valkyrie points her weapon at the shadow. "Release him at once, shadow."
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It took some time traversing through this dungeon before Gwendolyn could piece things together. She adored Gabriel Agreste's work and hadn't realized he had a son until he disappeared. Now that she has, the valkyrie's getting an eerie sense of familiarity from all of this. She learned first hand how dungeons can drop personal info like no one's business, but this? The poor boy working so hard to try and please a negligent father...
This rang too many bells in her mind.
It also pushed her to keep on going, the gymnast determined to bring him back safely. She carved her way through the paintings with her spear in hand, her wings carrying her through battles and the dungeon itself. Truly, she embodied a mix of grace and ferocity. All it took was the wings of freedom.
The same king of gift she hoped to inspire in Adrien after stepping through those large doors, instead finding a beautiful painting of a woman. Such bright colors betrayed her gray expression, a point that draws a look of concern over the girl.
"Such sadness...it reminds me of the painting 'Sayuri.' She must've been someone important to him...."
C
Gwen's grip on her spear is firm, eyes looking between Adrien and his shadow. Too readily does her mind think back to her own shadow, the Ringleader's taunting leaving her curled up on the ground and trying to will this all away. It's painful, facing yourself like this; she couldn't have done it alone.
Thankfully, she didn't have to. Now, it's Gwendolyn's turn to pay it forward.
The valkyrie points her weapon at the shadow. "Release him at once, shadow."