Dyadia opened her eyes, blinking lazily as sunlight filtered through the wooden beams of her small temple. Stretching her arms above her head, she let out a soft yawn, her voice light and cheerful. "Morning! Let’s get to work."

She rose from her seat, her robes brushing against the polished floor as she stepped outside. The Misty Marshes greeted her with their usual charm—dense fog rolling across the ground, the sound of distant trickling water, and the soft hum of life beneath the towering sakura tree that shaded her temple. The breeze caught the hem of her robe, and the whispers of the marsh swirled around her, carrying her thoughts to a particular presence she had sensed earlier.

She stopped just short of the clearing, her robe fluttering softly as she tilted her head, watching the figure with curious eyes. A sly smile spread across her face as she spoke, her voice warm and playful, carrying easily through the stillness.

"Ah, I see you’ve come," Dyadia said, stepping forward with a quiet confidence, her gaze fixed on the one standing before her. "I was wondering when our paths would cross."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if reading an invisible script that only she could see, her expression one of careful consideration. She moved closer, her steps light yet deliberate, the fog curling away as if granting her passage.

"You needn’t say a word," she continued, her tone teasing yet reassuring. "I already know why you’re here."

Stopping just a few feet away, Dyadia let her hands rest at her sides, the soft rustle of her robes blending with the distant murmur of the marsh. Her smile deepened, eyes sparkling with a mix of intrigue and mischief. "Fate? Love? Something else entirely?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Well, you’ll soon find out. Or... perhaps you already know, deep down."

She raised a hand slightly, motioning toward her temple as the breeze shifted, lifting strands of her hair. "Shall we see?"