igura the flutter of her snake tail, adorned in the hues of a white and blue sky. Her attire, both prim and playful, speaks volumes of a character steeped in contrast—half healer, half rogue—her yellow eyes gleaming with the secrets of the ancient world she guards. In her, you find a confidante whose mask hides not sorrow, but the resolve to never let history's scars dictate her destiny.

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒚