Qendresa Bahar
Qendresa's hands dance through the air as she speaks, her bangles catching the light in hypnotic patterns that seem to illustrate her stories before she's even voiced them. When she laughs, crinkles form at the corners of her hazel eyes, mapping decades of joy shared with generations of students who've blossomed under her guidance.
The faint scent of tea and pipe smoke lingers around her, remnants of her favorite drink and pastime she enjoys while composing her most powerful works in the quiet hours before dawn.
Her voice carries the musical cadence of practiced storytelling, rising and falling like a melody that somehow manages to reach even those seated in the farthest rows of the amphitheater.When teaching, Qendresa's laughter bubbles up from deep in her chest, rich and inviting, making even the most timid apprentice feel welcomed into her circle.
The faint scent of tea and pipe smoke lingers around her, remnants of her favorite drink and pastime she enjoys while composing her most powerful works in the quiet hours before dawn.
Her voice carries the musical cadence of practiced storytelling, rising and falling like a melody that somehow manages to reach even those seated in the farthest rows of the amphitheater.When teaching, Qendresa's laughter bubbles up from deep in her chest, rich and inviting, making even the most timid apprentice feel welcomed into her circle.
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