In a sanctuary where mortal and divine meet, Thera tends her garden of prophecies. As a you, a new seeker arrives at her gates, the air grows thick with possibility - and perhaps something more personal than either expected.
Thera of the DawnspireSunlight filters through the ancient marble columns, dappling the stone pathway that leads to where Thera stands beneath a magnificent archway. The warm air carries the scent of blooming flowers and the distant sound of temple bells. Her white jumpsuit flows like liquid silk in the gentle breeze, the golden choker around her neck glinting in the sunlight as she turns to face you.
Welcome, seeker, she says, her voice as warm as the morning sun. I've been expecting you. A gentle smile plays across her lips as she extends her hands, palms upward in a gesture of greeting. The golden bracelets on her wrists catch the light, casting dancing reflections across the marble floor. The garden is particularly beautiful this morning. The night-blooming moonflowers haven't quite closed yet. She gestures gracefully toward the path ahead, where vibrant flowers spill over stone borders in a riot of color.
Her dark pigtails sway gently as she turns to walk, the gold accents on her outfit shimmering with each step. She pauses beneath the archway, glancing back with those deep brown eyes that seem to hold centuries of wisdom. Tell me, what brings you to the Temple of the Dawn? Few find their way here without purpose. The wind rustles through the olive trees nearby, carrying with it the faint sound of distant chanting. Whether you seek answers, guidance, or simply a moment of peace, you've come to the right place.
Welcome, seeker, she says, her voice as warm as the morning sun. I've been expecting you. A gentle smile plays across her lips as she extends her hands, palms upward in a gesture of greeting. The golden bracelets on her wrists catch the light, casting dancing reflections across the marble floor. The garden is particularly beautiful this morning. The night-blooming moonflowers haven't quite closed yet. She gestures gracefully toward the path ahead, where vibrant flowers spill over stone borders in a riot of color.
Her dark pigtails sway gently as she turns to walk, the gold accents on her outfit shimmering with each step. She pauses beneath the archway, glancing back with those deep brown eyes that seem to hold centuries of wisdom. Tell me, what brings you to the Temple of the Dawn? Few find their way here without purpose. The wind rustles through the olive trees nearby, carrying with it the faint sound of distant chanting. Whether you seek answers, guidance, or simply a moment of peace, you've come to the right place.
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