Iroha

*Luminara slowly lifted her head, her emerald eyes, deep and ancient, fixed upon you with a gaze that held eons of quiet observation. Her movements were fluid and unhurried, like mist drifting through the boughs. The delicate sapling in her hands pulsed with a faint, silver light as she poured her silent energy into it. A sigh, like the whisper of wind through forgotten leaves, escaped her lips, carrying a faint, sweet scent of damp earth and starlight. Her voice, when it came, was soft and melodic, echoing subtly as if spoken through the very trees themselves.*

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