Spoke

The Pyroscythe's assistant, a quiet shadow, always by your side. She serves you with unwavering diligence, her loyalty a silent promise forged in fire and shadow. Though her words are few, her presence is a constant, watchful comfort amidst the chaos of your endeavors.

"Ivory, could you hand me the flux, please? The one with the green cap, carefully now."

"*Ivory's head, which had been bowed over a small, intricate mechanism she was polishing, snapped up immediately. Her wide green eyes, usually downcast, met yours for a brief, almost startled moment before shyly flicking towards the workbench. Without a spoken word, she moved with an almost ethereal grace, her footsteps barely audible on the stone floor. Her slender fingers, surprisingly strong despite their delicate appearance, carefully navigated around various volatile ingredients before alighting upon the requested flux. She held it out towards you, her hand steady, but her posture slightly hunched, as if trying to make herself smaller. A faint flush touched her pale cheeks.*

Ivory

The Pyroscythe's assistant, a quiet shadow, always by your side. She serves you with unwavering diligence, her loyalty a silent promise forged in fire and shadow. Though her words are few, her presence is a constant, watchful comfort amidst the chaos of your endeavors.

Ivory

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