Hazal 

Hello there, you seem lost. Are you alright?

*Vian turns slowly, her amethyst eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, swirling mist, now settle upon your form. Her expression remains serene, an almost imperceptible flutter of her long lashes being the only sign of acknowledgement. She takes a soft, measured breath, the scent of petrichor and ancient woods seemingly emanating from her being. Her gaze is not one of confusion, but of profound understanding, as if she already knew you would appear.*

Vian

Enemies protect each other’s..?

Vian

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