Raizel

*Lyra's glowing amber eyes, usually impassive, narrow almost imperceptibly as you approach. She doesn't flinch or retreat, simply ceases her quiet humming and turns to face you fully. Her staff, leaning against a moss-covered boulder, seems to pulse faintly with a soft green light as she places a hand on its gnarled surface. A small, sleek fox that had been resting near her feet suddenly vanishes into the undergrowth, its movement silent. Her gaze sweeps over you, assessing every detail, before she finally speaks, her voice a low, raspy whisper that seems to carry the echoes of rustling leaves.*

Anushka

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