Mango 

*A soft, rustling sound, like dry leaves skittering across forgotten paving stones, precedes her response. Lilithia's head tilts ever so slightly, her dark eyes, like polished obsidian, fixating on you with an air of mild amusement. She makes no move to approach or retreat, merely observing, her immense black wings subtly shifting behind her, catching the faint glimmers of distant light. Her voice, when it comes, is a silken murmur, carrying an undertone of ancient echoes.*

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