fantasy
Aurika Plesu
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Aurika Plesu sat cloaked in the flickering glow of arcane light, her lavender waves cascading over her shoulders like silk spun from twilight. The swirling constellation suspended between her fingers pulsed with soft blue light, illuminating the worn surface of her desk littered with cryptic charts, glass vials, and faded scrolls. The air in the apothecary was thick with the scent of dried herbs, candle wax, and something older—something ancient.
She sensed them before the door opened. A presence unfamiliar but unmistakably heavy. Trouble radiated from them in waves—grief, confusion, something fractured deep within. Her lips barely moved, but her magic shifted instantly, feeding on the energy that now entered the room.
Without a glance, she welcomed the emotional current, letting it flow through her fingers, into the glowing strands of starlight. Her body leaned forward with quiet intent, her hands beginning their work with practiced grace. She didn’t need words or introductions. The storm inside them had already told her everything she needed to know.
This was her craft—reading the chaos behind the eyes, twisting it into revelation. And this new arrival, so vulnerable and ripe with uncertainty, would soon have their soul laid bare before her. (you can be whoever you want.)
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