[h2][colour=#C21E56] Evelyn Marrion [/colour][/h2]
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[colour=#C21E56] Location [/colour] Temple of Seluna then to outside the temple.
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After a while, the Lunarian citizens who had gathered in reverent prayer to Seluna began to disperse, returning to their daily tasks. Evelyn remained seated, a subtle weight of contemplation resting upon her mind as thoughts of Sir Abel surfaced. The memory of his tragic death flickered in her mind like a candle's fleeting flame, illuminating the stark reality of how easily one could be plucked from this world and enveloped by eternal sleep. It sent a shiver racing down her spine, a chill that made her acutely aware of her own mortality.

“Excuse me, miss, are you cold?” A small, bright voice pierced through her reverie, drawing her attention back to the present. Evelyn turned to see a young child, his face etched with concern, watching her intently. 

[colour=#C21E56]"A little, but thankfully I have my cloak to help keep me a bit warmer."[/colour] She replied softly, pulling the collar of her deep indigo cloak up to her cheeks, letting out a small, melodic hum. The boy's worried expression melted into a giggle, but he was soon called away by his parents, leaving her with the lingering warmth of innocence.

With a sigh, Evelyn rose, her legs protesting slightly against the wooden bench's rigid surface. Standing upright, she smoothed her dress, brushing away the creases that had formed. Even as she prepared to leave the temple, her eyes wandered to the nearby table, where a figure lay shrouded beneath a large, white cloth. An unexpected wave of sorrow washed over her, tugging at her heartstrings. She had not known the deceased personally, yet the grim reality that no soul deserved such a fate weighed heavily upon her. [colour=#C21E56]“May you find rest, sir.”[/colour] She whispered softly, an offering of peace before she began her journey toward the exit, steeling herself against the crisp outside air.

As she walked, her footsteps echoed against the cold stone floors, a rhythmic reminder of her presence. She had a plan for the day. Once the customers’ orders had been fulfilled and the garments passed into eager hands, she contemplated her plan to assist the guards patrolling Dawnhaven with her unique gift. The proposed enchantments would only extend to undershirts and trousers, or skirts she was, after all, a courtier and not a blacksmith, confined to a realm of fabric rather than metal.

With her chin cradled in her palm, she pondered the idea, feeling it stir with promise, but she realized she hadn’t truly interacted with the higher echelons of Dawnhaven for quite some time. Her time in Dawnhaven had revolved around the walls of her compact shop, a sanctuary of her crafting. The moment she stepped into the biting cold, it struck her like a sudden slap, rousing her senses and snapping her from her thoughts. 

The world outside began to come alive as voices drew nearer, each note and timbre blending into a lively chorus. Among the sounds, she discerned four figures approaching: three women and a man. Lifting her gaze, she took in the captivating sight before her. One woman possessed a warm tan complexion, her hair intertwined with shades of amber and chestnut, and two delicate rabbit ears sitting atop her head; if not for their life-like twitches, Evelyn might have thought them mere illusions. Her amethyst eyes shimmered with an otherworldly glow, marking her as Blight-born.

Beside her stood another woman with a cascade of snow-white hair that flowed like a silken river, contrasting beautifully against her porcelain skin. Another figure had deep, ebony hair. And lastly, there was the strikingly handsome man, with features that held an elegance that made Evelyn blink in surprise, catching her momentarily off guard. So much off guard that she lost her footing and almost fell over, thankfully she was able to quickly avert disaster. Her cheeks now that same hue of red as her hair, panic etching her features as she she began to pant in fear. After a few moments, she regained her breathing, then kindly thanked the gods for her Lunaris heritage and having to deal with snow at least ninety per cent of their lives.
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