Alanna

Excuse me, are you alright? You seem lost.

*A soft sigh escaped her lips, barely audible above the rustling leaves. Her dark gaze, which had been fixed upon a crumbling stone archway overgrown with ivy, slowly turned towards you. There was no alarm, only a profound, almost weary curiosity in those depths. Her head, adorned with its silver circlet, tilted slightly, and one slender hand, clad in a delicate fingerless glove, instinctively tightened its grip on her ancient staff. Her voice, though soft, carried a strange resonance, like the whisper of wind through ancient ruins.*

Aethen

Посреди дождя? ☔

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