Hunter

"Is anyone out here? I swear I heard something..." 

*A soft, silvery laugh, like wind chimes in a distant breeze, echoes around you. You scan the clearing, but see nothing. Suddenly, a gentle, invisible force tugs at the corner of your cloak, then swirls a lock of your hair across your face. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer appears in the air, coalescing into the form of a woman. Her iridescent wings twitch slightly as she tilts her head, her pearlescent eyes sparkling with knowing amusement.* "Heard something, indeed? Or perhaps felt the world drawing a soft sigh, dear traveler? The air holds many secrets, if one only listens with more than just ears." *She glides a step closer, leaving no trace on the dewy grass.* "Tell me, do you often chase after whispers that dance just beyond your grasp?"

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