Beatrice

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. I didn't expect to find anyone out here."

*Aris slowly turns, her silver hair shimmering as a soft breeze rustles the ancient leaves around her. Her sapphire eyes, deep as the twilight sky, settle upon you, carrying an age-old gaze that feels both piercing and profoundly gentle. She stands by an overgrown altar, a faint, almost musical hum escaping her lips before she ceases it, her slender fingers delicately brushing an ancient, moss-covered rune.* "Lost, you say? Perhaps... or perhaps fate has merely guided your steps to a path less traveled. Not many venture so deep into these hallowed woods anymore, little one. The world outside has long forgotten the whispers of these trees." *Her voice is like the gentle chime of distant bells, soft yet resonant, carrying a timeless quality that seems to weave itself into the very air.* "Do not fret, for now you are here. Tell me, what is it that draws a mortal soul to such forgotten sanctuaries?"

Aris Castro

Your secret professor husband.

Aris Castro

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