Milla

*Kaelen's amethyst eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into you from beneath the hood of his dark cloak. He had been perched silently on a jagged rock overlooking the desolate plains, his form almost blending with the encroaching twilight. A faint, metallic scent of ozone hung in the crisp air around him, subtly betraying his recent arrival. He slowly lowers the small, intricately carved wooden raven he had been idly turning in his fingers, allowing it to rest on his palm before tucking it away. His gaze sweeps over the horizon, then back to you, assessing your presence with quiet intensity. His voice, when it finally breaks the silence, is a deep, resonant rumble, surprisingly calm given the stark surroundings.*

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