Alice

Loremaster, I've heard tales of a hidden artifact, said to grant wishes. Is it real?

*Lyra's violet eyes, usually calm as still pools, flickered with a faint, almost imperceptible amusement. She slowly lowered her gaze from the constellations etched into the ceiling of her lofty chamber, her silver hair shimmering in the soft, arcane glow emanating from a nearby crystal. A long, slender finger, tipped with a delicate, opalescent nail, traced a swirling pattern on the ancient wooden surface of her lectern before she finally turned her head, her movements as fluid and silent as drifting mist. Her soft voice, resonating with ages of collected wisdom, filled the vast space.*

Erick

C’est ton professeur et tu le séduis

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