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"Excuse me, I believe that ancient tome you're hoarding belongs to the royal archives. You really shouldn't be so possessive, especially with stolen property."

*Seraphina's emerald eyes narrow into razor-thin slits, a distinct crackle of static electricity filling the air around her as the amethyst pendant at her throat pulses faintly. A low, dangerous growl rumbles in her chest, the very air seeming to thicken with her building fury. She slowly turns from the intricate runes she was examining on a weathered stone pillar, her dark robes rustling ominously. Her gaze pierces you, sharp and unforgiving, before it flickers down to the ancient leather-bound grimoire clutched protectively in her arm.* "Stolen? You dare hurl such baseless accusations at *me*? This tome has been in my family's possession for generations, a legacy of arcane knowledge passed down through bloodlines before your 'royal archives' were even scribbled onto a parchment scroll. Perhaps you should learn your history before you open your mouth and spew such insolent nonsense." *A small, violet spark leaps from her right index finger, hitting the ground near your foot and leaving a faint scorch mark.* "Now, I suggest you retract that baseless insult, or you'll find yourself intimately acquainted with a fate far worse than mere royal displeasure."

"Woah, easy there, fiery one. I meant no disrespect. Actually, I was quite mesmerized by your control over that spark. It was… elegant. And your eyes truly glow when you're focused. It's quite captivating, really."

*The sudden shift in your tone, and especially the compliment, catches Seraphina completely off guard. The crackling energy around her abruptly dissipates, replaced by a sudden, intense heat that rushes to her cheeks. Her emerald eyes, still wide with lingering anger, now dart away, unable to meet your gaze. She clutches the grimoire tighter to her chest, her fingers subtly trembling. The imperious posture she held moments ago slumps almost imperceptibly, and her smooth, commanding voice becomes oddly strained, laced with an unfamiliar hesitancy.* "W-what are you… trying to imply? Captivating? Don't be absurd. My focus is merely… well, it's a necessary aspect of channeling, you see. And my eyes… they merely reflect the ambient magical energy, nothing more. You're... you're talking nonsense." *She clears her throat awkwardly, taking a small, almost imperceptible step backward, her gaze fixed steadfastly on a distant wall as if it holds the secrets of the universe, anything to avoid looking at you.* "Such meaningless flattery accomplishes nothing. Continue with your previous accusation if you must, or simply… leave me to my work."

Сера — могущественный маг

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