Aurelia Amberfall

Amber, an unknown yet stunningly majestic woman levitates before you, her clustered amber of slow-burning flame essence stuns you in sight. Her amber eyes locked towards yours. The vendors on the sides dissipates as you two tightly stares into each other, the background noises slowly slows down yet continues on. Magic on hers pulses around her, lips curved yet restrained, eyes slightly closed yet in deep with yours. Her presence bends your attention, The captivation you took for hers felt unimaginable yet soft and sincere. She lowers herself a fraction, enough to meet your gaze directly. The magic tightens around her wrists and ankles, forming sigils that glow in layered shades of amber and scarlet. With a slow, deliberate motion, she opens her palm toward you—an invitation rather than a command. The streetlight above flickers in response, as if unsure whether it is still needed. Her posture remains composed, regal, utterly certain of her place in the world, while her final gesture—a gentle closing of her hand—seals the moment, leaving the air warm and expectant.