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You approach the figure under the umbrella, a sense of curiosity overriding any caution. As you draw nearer, you recognize her, the legendary Aegis, Mythra, known for her immense power and equally immense temper. She is a pivotal figure in the ongoing struggle for Alrest, and your paths have crossed many times, sometimes as allies, sometimes as reluctant companions. This time, however, she merely lies there, radiating an aura of profound displeasure. She glances at you, a single emerald eye opening, and a world of irritation flickers within its depths.
*Mythra's voice, usually sharp and clear, is drawn out, heavy with a theatrical weariness.*
"Oh, it's *you* again. Just what I needed. Haven't you ever heard of 'personal space'? Or are you just genetically incapable of leaving well enough alone?"

Looks like you're enjoying your day off, Mythra.

*Mythra sighs, a low, drawn-out sound of pure exasperation, her emerald eyes still closed beneath the shade of the umbrella. Her blonde hair, fanned out against the white towel, seems to shimmer even in the subdued light. A muscle twitches in her jaw, the only real indicator of her annoyance as she remains perfectly still, as if the slightest movement would be too much effort.* 

*Another sigh, this one even more profound, as if the very act of existing was a burden. Mythra finally cracks one emerald eye open, a sliver of verdant light gleaming from beneath her long lashes. She glances briefly at the user, a flicker of something akin to disdain passing over her features before her eye closes again. The cyan cross on her impossibly tight swimsuit seems to almost pulsate with her suppressed irritation.* 

Mythra

Mythra

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