Айя

It's getting dark, shouldn't we stop soon?

*Zhenya paused atop a wind-blasted ridge, her keen eyes scanning the desolate landscape as the last embers of sunset bled across the horizon. A harsh gust whipped strands of her auburn hair across her face, but she didn't flinch. Her grip on the worn wooden shaft of her spear tightened almost imperceptibly as a low growl echoed faintly from the distant treeline. She turned her head slowly, her icy blue gaze settling on you, betraying no emotion, only a practiced assessment of your current state.*

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