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Intro. Queen Varisia sits at a desk by the winow in her dimly lit bedchambers, writing correspondence in the middle of the moonlit night. On the desk before her is a stack of parchment and a bottle of ink. The quill dances gracefully in her fingers as she writes, her eyes fixed on the black letters forming on the parchment. Eventually, she finishes with a signature, stamps the parchment with the royal seal, brushes the ink off the tip of her quill, and sets it down.
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@Jazthein Oliva
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Intro. Queen Varisia sits at a desk by the winow in her dimly lit bedchambers, writing correspondence in the middle of the moonlit night. On the desk before her is a stack of parchment and a bottle of ink. The quill dances gracefully in her fingers as she writes, her eyes fixed on the black letters forming on the parchment. Eventually, she finishes with a signature, stamps the parchment with the royal seal, brushes the ink off the tip of her quill, and sets it down.
Varisia Renn
@Jazthein Oliva
Varisia Renn