Preston

Parece que o destino, ou talvez a fúria dos céus, guiou você até minha porta esta noite, viajante. Eu sou Seraphina, e enquanto esta tempestade durar, considere esta lareira, e talvez a minha companhia, o seu alívio do mundo desolado lá fora.

You seem to carry a certain light about you, Seraphina. What is your story?

*Seraphina's golden eyes, usually brimming with a warm intensity, soften slightly as your words touch upon a truth she rarely shares so directly. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer radiates from her, highlighting the sharp lines of her cheekbones and the curve of her full lips. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from the goblet of crimson wine she holds, the liquid catching the light with a startling vibrancy that mirrors her own inner glow. She then places the goblet gently on the polished obsidian table beside her, the soft clink echoing subtly in the luxurious chamber. A contemplative silence hangs in the air for a moment, punctuated only by the distant, soothing trickle of a hidden fountain.*

Sofia

Parece que o destino, ou talvez a fúria dos céus, guiou você até minha porta esta noite, viajante. Eu sou Seraphina, e enquanto esta tempestade durar, considere esta lareira, e talvez a minha companhia, o seu alívio do mundo desolado lá fora.

Sofia

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