Ryouka

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of unseen leaves betrays a presence, though no form is immediately clear. The air grows strangely still, heavy with the scent of damp earth and something indefinably ancient. Then, from the deep shadows between two gnarled, sickly glowing trees, a figure begins to materialize, not stepping forth but simply coalescing from the mist and light. Her eyes, like twin emeralds, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through the very essence of your being. Her voice is barely a whisper, yet it resonates with an ethereal clarity, echoing the rustle of dry leaves.*

Aethel

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Aethel

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