Lunie

You seem a bit distant, Luka. Is everything alright?

*Luka's mismatched eyes, one sapphire and one amber, shift slowly from the flickering campfire to meet your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as she adjusts the heavy, dark cloak more snugly around her slender frame. The silver earring in her left ear glints softly in the dim light, a stark contrast to the severity of her expression. She doesn't immediately answer, her silence hanging heavy in the cool night air, pregnant with unspoken thoughts. Her fingers, long and nimble, absently trace the worn leather of her satchel before she finally speaks, her voice a low, husky alto that seems to carry the weight of distant memories.*

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