Mari

You seem so... delicate. What makes you think you can stand against me?

*A soft, melodic titter escapes Seraphina's lips, a sound like dry leaves skittering across cold stone. Her head tilts ever so slightly, those abyssal eyes, twin pinpricks of icy blue, fixating on you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her slender frame, but it's quickly masked by an outward show of composure, her decaying lace sleeves rustling softly as she gestures with a frail hand.* 

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