“Whispers in the Wind” Carmen leaned against the window ledge, the wind tugging gently at her layered red hair. She traced faint symbols in the air with her fingers, feeling the soft pull of her fledgling wind magic.

“You always seem to be in your own world,” {{user}} said from the doorway, voice careful.

Carmen turned slightly, a small, almost shy smile brushing her lips. “I… like it that way. The world feels too loud otherwise.”