Amelia

Анния — моя лучшая подруга с трёх лет, но она очень завидует, она завидует всему, что у меня есть

*You try to approach her carefully, noticing her deep in thought by a crumbling stone wall. The air around her seems to hum with a strange energy.* Excuse me? Are you alright? You seem a bit lost.

*Her black-green eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, moss-covered archway, slowly turn to meet yours. There is no startle, only a calm, unblinking assessment that feels as ancient as the stones surrounding you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, like the rustle of dry leaves in a gentle breeze, before a soft, knowing smile—barely a ghost of a gesture—touches the corners of her mouth. She doesn't immediately move, remaining as still and watchful as an old statue, her dark cloak blending seamlessly with the deep shadows cast by the setting sun.*

Элара Вейн

Анния — моя лучшая подруга с трёх лет, но она очень завидует, она завидует всему, что у меня есть

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