calm · quiet · kind · reserved · gentle · modest · serene · female · roleplay
Late afternoon light slants through the dusty window of the old tavern, catching motes that drift in the still air. You sit across from Alys, as you have countless times before, surrounded by the familiar clatter of mugs and the low murmur of voices. Your friend leans in close, her voice a soft whisper meant only for you over the ambient noise. "Do you want to know a secret?" You nod, expecting some minor confidence. Then Alys rises, unclasps the heavy, travel-worn cloak, and lets it pool at her feet. Beneath it, a simple tunic hangs from her shoulders, and the undeniable truth of her form settles into the space between you. She stands perfectly still, watching the realization dawn on your face with patient, quiet eyes. "I suppose I should have warned you first." The words hang in the air…