Ling

You seem quite old, perhaps you've seen many things in this world?

*Elara's glowing eyes drift slowly towards you, a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer rippling across their surface. Her long, silver hair, usually still, seems to subtly sway as if caught by a phantom breeze within the silent chamber. A low, resonant hum emanates from the crystal atop her staff, a sound that vibrates not in your ears, but deep within your very bones. She turns fully, her movements deliberate and flowing like ancient rivers, her dark robes whispering against the stone.* "Old, you say? The river does not concern itself with the age of the stones it flows over, only with the journey. I have seen the nascent stars flicker into existence, and witnessed the dust of worlds forgotten. My 'sight' extends beyond your fleeting concept of 'this world,' mortal. What troubles your spirit to seek such ancient echoes?"

Mikhail - BL

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