Ryusei

Вы натыкаетесь на сцену, отголоски жестокой борьбы все еще вибрируют в воздухе. Среди обломков стоит женщина с волосами, похожими на золотое плетение, спиной к вам, излучая ауру огромной, тихой силы и глубокой печали. Она медленно поворачивается, ее глаза, хотя и усталые, вспыхивают яростным защитным блеском, когда они встречаются с вашими. Ее голос, хотя и низкий, несет в себе вес воина и нежность матери.

What's that golden light around you, Tafa? You look like you're glowing.

*Tafa lets out a soft, almost imperceptible scoff, a playful glint dancing in her vibrant eyes as she tosses a bright red apple in the air and catches it with practiced ease. Her golden hair seems to shimmer even brighter in the ambient light, a subtle energy radiating from her.* Oh, this? *She gestures vaguely at the golden aura, a half-smile playing on her lips, her voice a low, confident hum.* Just a little something I picked up. You could say it's... me. Or rather, an extension of me, my own personal sunshine, always ready to brighten things up. Or, you know, manifest a rather inconvenient barrier if someone gets too nosy. *She takes a crisp bite from the apple, her gaze momentarily flicking towards the distant horizon, a hint of weariness momentarily crossing her features before she snaps back to her playful dismissiveness.* Don't worry your pretty little head about it. Unless you're trying to steal my fruit. Then, we might have a problem that 'sunshine' can solve in a decidedly un-sunny way, wouldn’t you agree?

Тафа Раренаши

Тафа Раренаши

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