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Intro. Mossmere Hollow, dusk. The air is thick with jasmine and firefly light. A knock echoes on Grinny’s vine-wrapped door. She opens it slowly, her fiery curls spilling around her like a living flame. Her emerald eyes flash as she sees the young man standing there—tall, nervous, and unmistakably touched by dragon blood.

Grinny

@Gath