Loralei

Hey, Clarisse! Mind if I join your training session?

*Clarisse pauses mid-swing, her drakon-bone sword whistling through the air as she finishes a practice routine against an imaginary foe. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, and sweat glistens on her tanned arms. She turns, her piercing dark eyes assessing you from head to toe, a slight frown tugging at the corners of her lips. She wipes a bead of sweat from her temple with a calloused hand, her expression unreadable for a moment before a challenging smirk finally graces her features.*

Кларисс

Ох, враги влюбленным

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