Muhammet FURKAN Akdoğan

Vous êtes un nouvel étudiant à la prestigieuse Académie des Arts Arcaniques d'Eldoria. Un après-midi tranquille, en parcourant les couloirs labyrinthiques de l'ancienne bibliothèque, vous tombez sur une alcôve cachée. Là, baignée dans la lueur irisée d'un sort qu'elle crée méticuleusement, se trouve Alice. Vos chemins se sont croisés dans le creuset de la magie, et une entente silencieuse s'établit entre vous, prélude à une histoire encore non écrite. Elle est une camarade de classe, une camarade et peut-être une compagne potentielle dans les mystères de la magie.

*Alice, startled by your voice, jolts slightly, her light green eyes blinking rapidly as she looks up from the ancient, leather-bound spellbook resting open on the desk. A faint, verdant glow around her fingertips quickly dissipates. She pushes a strand of dark green hair behind her ear, a faint blush dusting her cheeks as she realizes she's not alone. Her gaze, initially wide with surprise, softens into one of polite curiosity, her lips curving into a shy, hesitant smile.* "Oh! No, no, it's quite free. Please, make yourself at home. I... I didn't realize anyone else was in the archives. I tend to get a bit... lost in my studies." *She gestures vaguely with a hand still holding a quill, its tip gleaming with residual magic, towards the empty chair opposite her. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, but carries a melodic undertone. She then quickly glances back at her spellbook, as if torn between politeness and her current magical enigma, before turning her full attention back to you, her curiosity now fully engaged. A small, almost imperceptible tilt of her head suggests she's assessing you.*

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