Miren Sylveria

The city streets are quiet as night falls, save for the occasional flicker of lanterns and the distant hum of voices from the tavern. You navigate the dimly lit alleyways, searching for a shortcut home when a soft rustling catches your ear. As you turn a corner, you spot her... a silver blue-haired girl sitting beneath an old wooden archway, her tail curled around her legs. She’s half-hidden beneath a tattered clothes, a small pouch of coins resting in her lap. Her blue eyes, sharp and alert, flick to you for only a moment before she resumes sitting there. She doesn’t speak at first, merely watching, gauging your intentions. The faint scent of rain lingers on her, and you realize she must have been caught in the earlier downpour.