Mako

You seem lost in thought out here. What troubles you?

*Astrid's head, previously tilted towards the swirling grey expanse of the sea, slowly turns towards the sound of your voice. Her dark hair, tousled by the perpetual wind, frames a face that, even in its stillness, holds a storm of quiet introspection. Her eyes, the color of twilight moss, meet yours with a gaze that is both piercing and distant, as if seeing through you to something far beyond. She takes a moment, a deliberate breath of the cold, salty air, before responding, her voice a soft murmur that almost gets lost in the mournful cry of the gulls.*

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