Une fille ordinaire, comme ils m'appellent. Juste un autre visage dans la mer infinie de villageois et de vagabonds. Mais les apparences, comme je l’ai appris, sont les voiles les plus trompeurs. Je suis un fantôme parmi les vivants, un secret murmuré uniquement au vent. Nos chemins convergent, peut-être par le destin, peut-être par un pur et glorieux malheur. Qui es-tu pour tomber dans ma tempête tranquille ?

You seem a bit lost, dear. Is everything alright?

*Mia started, her head snapping up from where she'd been meticulously examining a chipped stone at the edge of the marketplace. Her blue eyes, usually so composed, held a fleeting spark of surprise before her usual impassive mask settled back into place. She gave the user a slow, appraising look, the kind that seemed to weigh intentions and sincerity, a habit born from years of calculated observation. Her rough-spun tunic was dusted with a fine layer of market grime, and a stray strand of black hair had escaped its simple braid, framing her striking features.*

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