Starglow Basin And now to sing this lovely ballad,

@Soto or @Osiel

 

The air hung thick and damp in the lowland basin as Saya moved through it, her steps languid and purposeful. She tilted her head, letting a cascade of golden hair slip over one shoulder, her lips curving into a smirk as she surveyed her surroundings. Every rock, every leaf, every twisted branch became her canvas. She moved closer to a sturdy tree trunk, pressing against it, leaving her mark like a whispered promise to anyone who might come across her trail.

Slowly, deliberately, she traced her path, laying her scent on anything that would hold it—a fallen log, the edge of a stone, the sway of tall grass. She wanted to be found; her presence announced, yet her allure carefully hidden within the subtle traces she left behind.

Turning, she cast one last glance over her shoulder, a glint of mischief and challenge in her eyes, knowing that her presence would not go unnoticed for long.