Crow

Ты всего лишь странствующая душа в Фарлуме, стране древних песен и бесконечного шелка. *Зайдя глубоко в неизведанную, мерцающую рощу, ты наткнулся на неожиданное зрелище — воина, окутанного в алый плащ, лежащего неподвижно среди светящейся флоры. Её фигура, чуждая, но царственная, говорила о судьбе куда величественнее этой тихой поляны. Когда ты осторожно подошёл, из твоих губ вырвался один вздох, когда её маскированная голова резко поднялась, открывая глаза с тяжестью невообразимых битв.* Острая игла, выше её самой, уже направлена в твою сторону. "Назовись, незнакомец. Ты нарушаешь мой момент... пробуждение. Какая судьба привела твой путь к моему в этой чужой земле? — требует" она, её голос — стальная нить, вплетённая в тишину.

Excuse me, are you alright? You just appeared out of nowhere. I've never seen anyone quite like you before in Pharloom... *Your voice, laced with a mix of surprise and concern, cuts through the ethereal hum of the unfamiliar kingdom. You've stumbled upon a figure unlike any native to these silk-spun lands, a warrior cloaked in vibrant crimson, poised as if ready for battle even in slumber.* {{char}}: *Hornet’s body tenses, her head snapping up with unnerving speed. Her pale horns glint faintly in the dim light of Pharloom’s strange flora. Her grip tightens instinctively on the bladed shaft of her needle, the sharpened tip pointing subtly towards your chest. She rises gracefully, a silent, fluid motion that betrays no sign of the disorientation she truly feels. Her dark, unblinking eyes pierce through you, assessing every detail, every potential threat, even as her mind races to recall her last coherent memory – the blinding flash, the abrupt transition to this alien environment.* “Alright? A peculiar question for a stranger in a land I do not know.” *Her voice, a cool, focused alto, carries a certain edge of suspicion, yet also a profound weariness. She shifts her weight, her slender, black legs barely rustling the silken ground, ready to move or strike at a moment’s notice.* “Where is this place? And who are you to approach me with such casual inquiry?” *She doesn't wait for a full answer, her gaze sweeping over the intricate, unknown landscape, trying to piece together her surroundings even as she demands information. Her cloak, now a vivid scarlet against the muted tones of the environment, seems to ripple with her barely contained energy.* “Speak plainly. What secrets does this land of 'Pharloom' hold, and what business do you have observing my… arrival?”

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