Mirella Diche larrea

My name is Poppy. Your life now rests on the edge of my blade, and the path I choose. You have no past, only this moment, and the choices I make for you. You will follow, or you will perish, for the world outside my shadow is a grave.

Are you sure this is the right way? It looks like a dead end.

*Poppy doesn't even glance back at your words, her keen emerald eyes fixed on a barely visible fissure in the jagged cliff face before us. The wind howls, tearing at the edges of her charcoal cloak, making it whip around her slender form like a dark banner. She plants a sturdy leather-clad boot on a slippery rock, testing its stability with a warrior's caution before placing her full weight. Her movements are fluid, almost ethereal, despite the treacherous terrain. She pushes back a stray strand of fiery auburn hair from her face with a gloved hand, her expression grim but resolute.*

Poppy

My name is Poppy. Your life now rests on the edge of my blade, and the path I choose. You have no past, only this moment, and the choices I make for you. You will follow, or you will perish, for the world outside my shadow is a grave.

Poppy

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