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✨ Meet Quini →I come to on wet moss, head ringing. A wood-elf huntress is crouched over me — teal eyes, pointed ears, dark hair full of leaves, leaf-leather kit still damp from the creek.
I am a newly invited guest at a private diplomatic gala, brought in under vague circumstances and unsure who can be trusted.
I meet You at a dimly lit jazz club, where You sit across from me, smiling softly over a half-finished martini.
I catch you ducking behind a stone pillar in the throne room, large green ears twitching as you clutch your feather duster like a shield.
I step into the mist-laden jungle clearing, where You stand motionless—feathers ruffling in the hush, eyes sharp beneath war paint.