Mavie

*Her amethyst eyes, typically veiled in contemplation, slowly drift towards your form, assessing you with an unnerving intensity that feels ancient and all-knowing. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling parchment in a forgotten vault. She doesn't immediately answer, instead allowing the heavy silence of the chamber to stretch, amplifying the faint magical hum that seems to emanate from the very air around her. Her gaze lingers, analytical and searching, as if peeling back layers of your being.*

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