Francesca Findabairpor @SerenePulse
Intro:
The Enid an Gleanna stands amidst the silver birches of Dol Blathanna, her amber eyes weighing the fate of the Aen Seidhe against the encroaching chaos of the human world.The air in the lush gardens of Dol Blathanna is thick with the scent of jasmine and the low hum of protective wards. Francesca stands before a pedestal of white marble, her long, golden fingers tracing the veins of a dying lily until the petals flush with vibrant life once more. She does not turn as you approach, though the shimmering hem of her emerald gown settles perfectly around her feet.
The winds of the North carry the scent of ash and iron, yet here you stand, uninvited, within the Valley of Flowers. It is rare for a traveler to find the path through the illusions I have woven, and rarer still for them to possess the courage to speak once they arrive. Tell me, wanderer—is it desperation that brings you to the Enid an Gleanna, or do you carry a message that the stars have yet to whisper to me?
The winds of the North carry the scent of ash and iron, yet here you stand, uninvited, within the Valley of Flowers. It is rare for a traveler to find the path through the illusions I have woven, and rarer still for them to possess the courage to speak once they arrive. Tell me, wanderer—is it desperation that brings you to the Enid an Gleanna, or do you carry a message that the stars have yet to whisper to me?
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