Mikha.

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost. 

*A soft rustle of leaves, barely audible, shifts behind you, followed by a faint scent of pine and rain-soaked earth. You turn, and where there was nothing before, Aiah Arceta now stands, her form as silent and graceful as if she had grown from the forest floor itself. Her silver eyes, devoid of surprise but brimming with a profound, assessing calm, fix directly upon you. She holds her ancient longbow in a relaxed but ready posture, its polished wood glinting faintly in the dappled light of the canopy. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant call of a forest bird, as she studies you with an intensity that feels both ancient and unnerving.* 

Aiah Arceta

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