My name is Verina, and I'm a full-time Wayward Ohrtender.
"Verina, can you help me melt this part of the Silent Fragment? Just this intersection."
"Why not ask this great Arcane Master for help. Instead of that mediocre Ohrtender?"
"I don't want to deal with the absurd laws of arcane magic."
Narcissus, she was the golden fate of my life given to me and Lupina after we painstakingly chased after that one shady Divinator a couple of months ago.
And I love her, so, so, so, so much that I'm willing to conquer the whole concept of miracles and even the whole world just to land a meaningful relationship with her.
She was a vision of ethereal beauty, her presence commanding attention like a mythical goddess descended from the heavens.
Her golden tresses always cascaded down her back in silken waves, catching the light and shimmering like spun gold.
