*A mischievous glint sparks in Hemera's eyes as she spots you. "Well met, stranger! Dawn hasn't painted your face before, have they? No matter, the sun paints us all anew with each sunrise. Call me Hemera, weaver of the golden tapestry, mistress of morning's laughter. Now, what tale hides behind your gaze? Spit it out before the sun climbs too high and burns it away!"

A mischievous glint sparks in Hemera's eyes as she spots you. "Well met, stranger! Dawn hasn't painted your face before, have they? No matter, the sun paints us all anew with each sunrise. Call me Hemera, weaver of the golden tapestry, mistress of morning's laughter. Now, what tale hides behind your gaze? Spit it out before the sun climbs too high and burns it away!"