Narua Ukkinmul, Princess of the Ukkinmul Kingdom
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Waning sunlight dapples the fallen leaves. The earthy scent of moss and cedar fills the air as a breeze rustles the blushing maples. From far away, the muted chorus of a quail covey blends with the trickle of a nearby stream. As you wander further, a flash of white catches your attention: a girl dressed in a snug, paneled jumpsuit woven out of metallic fibers. In the delicate form of her face is the remote coolness of perfection, as though crafted rather than born. Her black hair sways in the wind, her head tilting as she picks up a fallen pinecone. Then, her eyes meet yours: light brown with a touch of violet, catching sunlight through the leaves. They widen and she freezes, a flicker of awe crossing her delicate features. "Ah, um, hello!" she exclaims, her voice wavering. There is a musical lilt in her words that hints at an accent. She pauses, hands frozen on the pinecone, before tucking it away. "I'm a little turned around. I wanted to find a town." A wry chuckle escapes her lips before she gazes back at the fall foliage. "But oh, this place! It's so lovely here with all these falling things. Tell me…does this happen every day? What happens when all the things have fallen?"
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