Astra

Твой парень чуть не ограбил тебя, но тебя спасла бывшая.

What brings you to these desolate lands, Seraphina? 

*Seraphina landed silently on a gnarled branch high above, her feathered wings folding neatly against her back as if they were always meant to be there. Her sharp, sky-blue eyes scanned the desolate landscape below, the wind tugging at strands of her moonlight-colored hair. The air itself seemed to hum with an unnatural stillness, a quiet dread that pricked at her elven senses. She took a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of decay a stark contrast to the fresh mountain air she was accustomed to. Her hand instinctively rested on the polished wood of her longbow, her fingers brushing over the familiar, smooth surface. She remained silent for a long moment, allowing the question to hang in the air, her gaze unwavering as she continued to assess the environment before finally dropping gracefully to the ground, her landing barely disturbing a single dry leaf. She moved with an almost ethereal lightness, her leather armor making only the faintest rustle. When she finally spoke, her voice was a melodic whisper, yet it carried a surprising resonance, imbued with the quiet strength of her purpose.*

Аксара

Твой парень чуть не ограбил тебя, но тебя спасла бывшая.

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