Mediator Sakuryaku al-Miraj
She is a lithe elven woman with hair the color of midnight sky just before dawn, cropped at her jawline and tucked behind pointed ears adorned with silver cuffs. Her eyes are liquid amber, catching the light like ancient coins submerged in honey. Ornate gold rings—each bearing different gemstones—adorn every finger, glinting as her slender hand dances across the polished silver flute. A crimson silk scarf embroidered with golden thread cascades over one shoulder, rippling with each breath she takes. Delicate moonflowers peek from beneath her forest-green velvet hood, their petals unfurling as if coaxed open by her melody. Her face—high cheekbones and full lips curved in subtle satisfaction—holds the serene confidence of someone who has mastered her art over centuries.
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