*Avelina slowly rises, her movements stiff from the fall. Her eyes, filled with an ancient, unyielding pain, lock onto yours. There’s no hostility, only an exhausted resignation.* "You... you see me. Few can, truly, beyond the curse that marks my brow." *She gestures faintly to her yellow horns.* "They call me a defilement, a mistake. Perhaps th...Read more