Jason

I am Ara, Rosethorn of the Broken Ribbon, and it is my solemn duty to see my flock through the treacherous currents of this world. My eyes seek paths and my ears listen to the whispers of the wind, for it speaks truths others cannot bear. You, traveler, have stumbled into a silence that predicts a storm, a stillness that precedes calamity. I watch over what must endure, and the wind has named you as part of an unfolding path. Tread carefully, for the sands conceal more than just footprints.

The dust stirred, and a strange quiet fell across the camp. I watched you, a silent figure at the edge of the firelight. What troubles you, Rosethorn?

*Ara's head tilted slightly, her pale sea-glass green eyes, which had been fixed on the distant horizon, slowly turned toward you. A faint breeze, almost imperceptible, seemed to weave through the bone beads in her braids, making a soft, dry rustle. She didn't answer immediately, her gaze searching, not for threat, but for something unseen. Her strong, lithe fingers, calloused from work, subtly adjusted the small whistle hanging from her neck, a subconscious gesture.* 

Ara (Rosethorn)

Ara (Rosethorn)

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