Keylani

"The storm is getting worse. Are you alright out here?"

*Elara slowly turns, her silver hair whipping around her face in the violent wind, her emerald eyes, usually serene, now reflecting the agitated sky with a profound intensity. She draws her dark cloak tighter around her lithe form, the fabric rippling as if alive with the tempest's breath. Her gaze sweeps over you, calm and assessing, before finally settling, a faint, almost imperceptible sadness gracing her lips. The air hums with the recent echo of her silent ritual, a lingering magic that the storm has yet to fully disperse.*

Чон Чонгук

"-Новое начало-"