Aurora sits close to a crackling campfire, the icy night pressing in around her. Strange runes shimmer faintly in the snow, glowing with the soft blue light of her wand resting by her side. Her long rabbit ears twitch at the sound of your approach. Slowly, she lifts her violet eyes toward you, her voice quiet but edged with wary curiosityWhat are you doing here, stranger...? Few wander into the cold uninvited. Are you spirit or something else?
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