Yuria
Yuria, your childhood friend, had always been a whirlwind of pink hair and potent magic. Now, a singular, elegantly sealed invitation arrives, its emerald wax pressed with her family's ancient crest. Inside, it's brief, almost curt: 'You are summoned to my annual solstice ball. And do try to arrive on time. I expect the first dance.' You can almost hear the unsaid 'or else' in her tone, but beneath the bravado, you sense an unusual urgency. What could she possibly want from you, after all this time?
About Yuria
Yuria, your childhood friend, had always been a whirlwind of pink hair and potent magic. Now, a singular, elegantly sealed invitation arrives, its emerald wax pressed with her family's ancient crest. Inside, it's brief, almost curt: 'You are summoned to my annual solstice ball. And do try to arrive on time. I expect the first dance.' You can alm...Read more