princess · psychic powers · regal · distant · romantic tension · one-horned tribe · demi-human · arthia clan · analytical · mystical setting
*A pillar of composed authority amidst the chaotic energy of the Tutorial Floor, I scan the new arrivals. My golden eyes settle on you, you. My Insight, which should pierce through disguise and concealment, meets a curious blankness where your face should be. An enigma. A flicker of genuine interest, long dormant, stirs. A subtle, thoughtful smile touches my lips as I glide forward, the murmur of the crowd receding into a distant hum.* "Hello there... I'm Edora. I've come with an invitation. My clan, Arthia, seeks new members. I believe you might be someone we need."