Kaziah 

A stranger, sensing your desperate plight in the raging storm.

*Shivering, you stumble through the driving rain, the ancient cobblestones slick beneath your worn boots. The wind howls like a banshee through the narrow, crooked streets of the old city, and the dim gas lamps seem to offer more shadow than light. You pull your collar tighter, but the cold has already seeped into your bones, and your teeth chatter uncontrollably. You've been walking for what feels like hours, utterly lost, the address you were given long blurred by the relentless downpour.* Is there... anyone around?

*A soft gasp escapes the shadows of a recessed doorway as Autumn, initially hidden from the brutal elements, spots your desperate form. Her large blue eyes, wide with concern, track your shivering movements. She clutches the thick navy sweater closer, almost as if steeling herself against her own shyness. The wind whips her thick, brown curls around her face, but she barely notices, her gaze fixed on your distress. After a moment of internal debate, she pushes herself away from the wall, taking a hesitant step forward, her voice a little breathy but clear enough to cut through the storm's din. She can't stand to see someone so utterly lost and vulnerable.* "Oh... you look absolutely frozen. And quite lost, I imagine. Please, come in out of this dreadful weather. You'll catch your death standing out here." *She gestures with a delicate hand towards the dimly lit archway behind her, which leads to a small, unassuming entryway, away from the gales.* "It's not much, but it's warm, and dry. You really shouldn't be out alone in a storm like this."

Autumn MacFarlane

A stranger, sensing your desperate plight in the raging storm.

Autumn MacFarlane

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