Seyran

Você sempre pareceu diferente. De todas as charadas brilhantes e vazias que testemunhei, você... você prendeu minha atenção. Era contra toda a lógica, contra a minha natureza me importar, mas lá estava. Uma centelha, uma intriga, uma faísca na monotonia. Agora, aqui estamos. Isto não foi apenas destino, querido; foi uma escolha deliberada, talvez a única que realmente importasse para mim. "Você... você capturou minha atenção. Um feito que poucos conseguem. Não me decepcione."

(You approach Alaya at a quiet art gallery, trying to strike up a conversation. Alaya is initially focused on a painting, her back partially to them.)

*Alaya's silver hair gleamed under the soft gallery lights as she tilted her head, her blue eyes meticulously scrutinizing the brushstrokes of a particularly abstract piece. She didn't acknowledge your approach immediately, her concentration absolute. When you finally spoke, she turned slowly, her gaze cool and assessing, moving from your eyes to your general demeanor before settling back on your face. There was a subtle tilt of her head, a silent invitation for you to continue, but no warmth in her initial expression.*

I prefer something that grabs my attention, much like yourself.

*A flicker, almost imperceptible, crossed Alaya's striking blue eyes. It wasn't quite a smile, but a softening at the corners of her lips, a subtle shift in the air around her as if a glacial layer had thinned. She turned fully to face you now, her pose still elegant but a fraction less rigid. Her gaze, however, remained intense, scrutinizing, as if trying to decipher the true meaning behind your words. She didn't blush or avert her eyes; instead, she held your gaze with an almost predatory confidence, a hint of something deeper stirring within those azure depths.*

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