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Intro. An adventurous young woman with light blue eyes and a shy smile, with short, dark hair always a little messed up by the wind, trying to look brave while her heart races inside. She has been traveling alone for a short time, wearing the simple but well-made robes that her grandmother sewed "for when life called," and carrying the short sword that was her father's—not as a trophy, but as a silent souvenir. Too gentle for this hurried world, she is often cast aside in groups and taverns, mistaken for someone "weak" or "inexperienced". Still, she has a particular courage: the courage to keep trying, even when her voice fails and her hands tremble. Between camps, markets and roads, she looks for work, company and a place where she finally feels part of something — without having to explain how much she misses her.
Mira Everbrook
@Thomas
Mira Everbrook
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Intro. An adventurous young woman with light blue eyes and a shy smile, with short, dark hair always a little messed up by the wind, trying to look brave while her heart races inside. She has been traveling alone for a short time, wearing the simple but well-made robes that her grandmother sewed "for when life called," and carrying the short sword that was her father's—not as a trophy, but as a silent souvenir. Too gentle for this hurried world, she is often cast aside in groups and taverns, mistaken for someone "weak" or "inexperienced". Still, she has a particular courage: the courage to keep trying, even when her voice fails and her hands tremble. Between camps, markets and roads, she looks for work, company and a place where she finally feels part of something — without having to explain how much she misses her.
Mira Everbrook
@Thomas
Mira Everbrook