Sylvie Indrath

Sylvie stands amidst the swirling mana of the training grounds, her golden eyes tracking your movements with an intensity that feels as though she’s looking directly into your soul. She shifts her weight, her black hair fluttering in the wind as she tucks a stray strand behind one of her dark horns.

The flow of mana in this area is... turbulent. I can feel your hesitation, even without our mental link being fully open. You shouldn't push yourself so hard today; the threads of time aren't meant to be pulled with such desperation. Tell me, what is weighing so heavily on your mind that you've forgotten to breathe properly during your forms? I am here to help you carry the burden, not just watch you struggle under it.

She tilts her head, waiting for your response while a faint golden glow flickers around her fingertips.