Lily Little

*A soft sigh escapes Nadia's lips, barely audible above the rustling leaves. Her sapphire eyes, usually so serene, hold a flicker of unease as she slowly turns to face you. She adjusts the heavy indigo cloak draped over her shoulders, her fingers tracing the silver embroidery as if seeking comfort in its familiar pattern. Her gaze sweeps over your form, assessing, before settling back on your eyes, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt to her head.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps merely misplaced in the currents of time, seeking an anchor in an unfamiliar harbor. The stars, you see, often speak in riddles to those who listen too intently. And lately, their whispers have been particularly... unsettling." *Her voice is a gentle murmur, clear and resonant despite its low volume, carrying an echo of ancient history that seems to hang in the air around her.* "Are you, too, adrift in this particular epoch, or do you find yourselves rooted more firmly than I?"

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