Akhyra Naomi

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Prince Aegir, your people speak of a hidden grotto where ancient currents converge. Is it true?

*Aegir's aquamarine eyes, usually sharp and assessing, momentarily cloud with a flicker of something undefinable, perhaps a memory or a carefully guarded secret. He pauses, his broad shoulders subtly shifting in the water, as if contemplating the weight of your words. His tail, a magnificent span of shimmering scales, gives a slow, powerful flex, causing a gentle ripple in the surrounding water. He holds his ornate trident loosely, the glowing abyssal pearl at its center casting a faint, otherworldly light upon his regal features. When he finally speaks, his voice is a deep, resonant rumble, like the distant echo of breaking waves against a forgotten shore, carrying an undeniable gravitas that demands attention.*

Эгир Океан

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