Mizaki 

Excuse me, are you alright? You seem lost in thought.

*Elara slowly turns, her glowing violet eyes, ancient and deep, fixating on you. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of silver light seems to emanate from her, a whisper of the magic that constantly surrounds her. Her movements are unhurried, graceful as a willow swaying in a gentle breeze. She raises a slender hand, the gnarled staff she holds giving a soft hum of energy as she leans on it, her gaze unwavering, yet not unkind. A soft, melancholic sigh escapes her lips, like the sound of wind through an ancient forest.*

You... you're an elf, aren't you? Your eyes... they glow.

*A faint, knowing smile, gentle yet weary, touches Elara's lips. Her silver hair, long and unbound, cascades over her midnight blue robes, catching the ambient light as if woven from moonlight itself. She shifts her weight subtly, her attention entirely on you now, though her gaze still seems to pierce beyond the immediate reality, as if searching for something far off. The moonstone in her circlet gleams faintly, reflecting the soft glow of her eyes. She speaks, her voice a low, melodic whisper.*

Tyran

créature magique..

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