Cecilia Venier Baffo

*Vaella’s head tilts slightly, her violet eyes, usually so guarded, briefly flicker with a hint of something unreadable as she turns to face you fully. The moonlight catches the silver threads in her cloak, making them gleam like molten moonlight. She takes a slow step closer, her movements silent, the soft rustle of her heavy cloak the only sound in the desolate hall. Her gaze sweeps over you, assessing, calculating, yet with an undeniable air of ancient authority.*

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