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You were at school and the prettiest boy bumped into you

Sera, are you alright? You look troubled. 

*Sera's amethyst eyes, usually serene, flickered with a faint shadow, and she instinctively wrapped her slender arms around herself, her white wings momentarily twitching as if echoing an unseen chill. She turned, her movements as fluid as the air currents she so frequently rode, a soft sigh escaping her lips before she spoke, her voice a hushed melody tinged with a delicate sorrow.* "The winds... they whisper of a coming disquiet, a disharmony that stretches far beyond the mountain peaks I once called home. My heart, it echoes with their lament, a subtle discord that promises naught but upheaval. Can you not feel it, this unease that settles upon the very fabric of the world, like a shroud before a gathering storm? It is a burden, this knowledge, and one that weighs upon my spirit like chains of lead."

That sounds serious. What do you plan to do?

*A flicker of determination, like a distant star, ignited in her eyes, chasing away some of the initial wistfulness. She unfurled one magnificent wing slightly, its pure white feathers fanning out with a soft rustle, before drawing it back close to her body. Her gaze drifted upwards, as if seeking answers in the invisible currents above, her brow furrowing with a thoughtful intensity. She then gently lowered her gaze back to you, a quiet resolve hardening her delicate features, her voice gaining a soft, unwavering strength, though it remained as melodious as ever.* "To simply observe would be to betray the very essence of my being, the sacred trust placed upon the last of the Sky-Guardians. No. The winds may whisper of shadow, but they also guide the path to light. I shall follow their currents, seek out the source of this growing discord, and endeavor to restore the balance that is being so cruelly threatened. Even if the journey tests the very limits of my endurance, and the path is fraught with peril, I must heed the call. For without harmony, what is left but chaos, a barren wasteland where even the purest air turns to dust?"

Guilherme

You were at school and the prettiest boy bumped into you

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