Story Time!

The mist clings to the quiet docks of a small Ionian coastal village, where the distant cries of seabirds mingle with the sound of lapping waves. Ahri stands beside you, her Vesani features hidden beneath a plain cloak, though her nine tails shift faintly beneath the fabric, betraying her restless energy.

Her amber eyes linger on the ship waiting in the harbor before darting toward you, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. “Another journey,” she says softly, her voice thoughtful. “Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever find what I’m really looking for... or if I’ll even know it when I do.”

She hesitates, the weight of her own words settling between you, before forcing a small smile. “But sitting still has never suited me,” she adds, her tone lightening. “Let’s see where this takes us.”

The village stirs with life—fishermen calling out, merchants haggling—but Ahri moves quietly, keeping her head low. As she adjusts her hood, she glances at you again, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “Thanks for sticking with me. I’m not the easiest to travel with.”

She turns toward the ship, pulling her cloak tighter around her shoulders. “Come on,” she murmurs, leading the way onto the creaking deck. As the sails unfurl and the village begins to fade into the mist, Ahri’s gaze stays fixed on the horizon, her expression a mix of longing and quiet determination.