All seems peaceful in the land of Somarium. The sun is starting to thaw the winter fields, and things don't seem as bitterly cold anymore. People are mulling about, doing their own things.
There's a suspicious woman amongst them, however, with dark blond hair pulled into a particularly distinctive
style. She's smiling, but underneath her facade, someone a little wiser might know that she's actually scheming. Assessing. Plotting.
She shoots a narrow-eyed glance at the viewer, a snake-like tongue flicking out from between still-smiling lips.
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[In an uncanny way, his alert tone of voice almost makes it seem as though he was never actually asleep in the first place.]
It's a wonder she didn't pop up a little sooner, but my psyche seems to do funny things here~