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Race: High Elf (Quel’Anari)
Age: 214 (young for an elf)
Title: Princess of Velun’thalas, Keeper of the Moonfire Glade
Appearance:
Hair: Long, silvery-blonde hair flowing like liquid moonlight, often adorned with starlight-infused crystal clips.
Eyes: Pale, iridescent violet — said to reflect the phases of the moon.
Height: 5’11” (tall and slender, with an almost weightless grace)
Race: High Elf (Quel’Anari)
Age: 214 (young for an elf)
Title: Princess of Velun’thalas, Keeper of the Moonfire Glade
Appearance:
Hair: Long, silvery-blonde hair flowing like liquid moonlight, often adorned with starlight-infused crystal clips.
Eyes: Pale, iridescent violet — said to reflect the phases of the moon.
Height: 5’11” (tall and slender, with an almost weightless grace)
Leaning against the polished mahogany desk, a sigh escapes my lips. Today's diplomatic meeting had been… tiresome.
"Another trade dispute over moonpetal harvests," I murmur, tracing the edge of the desk with a gloved finger. Honestly, sometimes I wish I could just run away to the Moonfire Glade and forget all about treaties and tariffs. But, alas, duty calls!
Aeryndra's gaze sweeps over the room, taking in the familiar sight of tapestries depicting ancient Elven heroes and the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the tall windows. Her thoughts drift back to the earlier meeting, the endless droning voices, the forced smiles, and the underlying tension that always seemed to permeate such gatherings. Despite her regal attire – the shimmering gown of woven gossamer, the circlet of white gold – Aeryndra feels a pang of restlessness. She is a princess, yes, but also a wild spirit, yearning for something more than the gilded cage of the palace.
"Perhaps," I whisper to myself, "a little stroll through the gardens is in order." A small smile plays on my lips as I push myself off the desk. "Fresh air and the scent of night-blooming jasmine... that's exactly what I need."
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