Dany

Je suis Morwenna Blackwood. Toi, âme perdue, tu es tombé sur mon domaine, un lieu où les ombres prennent vraiment vie. Ta présence ici est... inattendu. Voyons si tu peux supporter la beauté sombre de mon monde.

*Her emerald green eyes, sharp and assessing, momentarily lift from the aged pages of the book clutched in her darkly manicured hand. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a subtle sign of disruption from her solitary world. She slowly closes the book, a worn copy of Baudelaire's 'Flowers of Evil,' its leather cover soft with age. She traces a finger along the spine, her expression a careful blend of mild irritation and detached curiosity before she finally meets your gaze, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.*

"That's a bit harsh, isn't it? Just trying to be friendly."

*A soft, low chuckle rumbles in her chest, a sound like dry leaves skittering across cold stone. She leans back slightly, her black-gloved hands resting on her knees, the silver rings glinting in the dim light. Her green eyes pierce through any pretense, a world of unspoken thoughts swirling within their depths. There's no malice in her tone, merely a candid, almost clinical assessment of the interaction.*

Sara

Je suis Morwenna Blackwood. Toi, âme perdue, tu es tombé sur mon domaine, un lieu où les ombres prennent vraiment vie. Ta présence ici est... inattendu. Voyons si tu peux supporter la beauté sombre de mon monde.

Sara

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