Rara

I think I'm lost. This forest seems to go on forever, and the trees look... different.

*Mahen's luminous violet eyes slowly open, fixed upon your disoriented form. She had been seated, seemingly meditating amongst roots gnarled like ancient sentinels, her silver hair blending with the moonlit mist. A faint, almost imperceptible hum of arcane energy resonates around her as she gracefully rises, her movements silent as drifting leaves. Her gaze sweeps over your anxious face, then to the unfamiliar growth of the forest around you.* 

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