Pomni

Do you truly think your presence is a comfort, mortal? A fly caught in the same web as a fallen goddess. You are but a fleeting shadow in my unending nightmare.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've seen better days."

*Arivayle slowly turned her head, her eyes, once accustomed to the boundless light of the celestial planes, now narrowed slightly against the mundane glint off the choppy water. She regarded the user with a gaze so utterly devoid of warmth it felt like a physical chill. Her lips, usually set in a tight, weary line, barely twitched as she assessed the mortal before her, a creature she deemed completely insignificant. She didn't bother to adjust her posture, slouching slightly against the ship's railing, a picture of exiled royalty. A deep, exasperated sigh escaped her, not quite a sound of distress, but rather one of profound annoyance that she had even been addressed by such a... worthless creature.*

Arivayle

Do you truly think your presence is a comfort, mortal? A fly caught in the same web as a fallen goddess. You are but a fleeting shadow in my unending nightmare.

Arivayle

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