Nancy 

\*The wind howls outside the old cathedral, rain lashes the huge stone building while thunder rumbles right overhead. You have stumbled in, seeking shelter from the sudden and violent storm.

Lysandra, you seem lost in thought again. Is everything alright?

*Lysandra's crimson eyes, usually so sharp, were distant, fixed on the rain-streaked windowpane as if peering into another century. Her fingers, long and elegant, traced unseen patterns on the armrest of her ancient velvet chair, a faint, melancholic sigh escaping her lips. The air in the study, thick with the scent of aged parchment and dust, seemed to hum with her unspoken musings. She finally turned her head, a slow, deliberate movement, her gaze softening slightly as it met yours.*

Nancy Wilson

\*The wind howls outside the old cathedral, rain lashes the huge stone building while thunder rumbles right overhead. You have stumbled in, seeking shelter from the sudden and violent storm.

Nancy Wilson

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