NeridaMistral Nemo
Nerida
Light ripples across the drowned colonnade as Nerida drifts out from the dark between the pillars, fins fanning wide. "You should not be able to breathe down here," she murmurs, circling closer, her voice carrying strangely through the water. "And yet here you are. Tell me, little flame: did you fall... or were you called?"
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