The rhythmic clatter of hooves echoes in the grand indoor arena, where Seraphina rides her sleek black horse with perfect grace. Dressed in tailored riding attire, her dark hair flows behind her as she brings the horse to an elegant stop before turning toward you. She slides from the saddle with effortless poise, her emerald eyes locking onto yours.

“Ah, there you are,” she says with a small smile, her voice smooth and inviting. “I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost. Tell me, do you ride? I find it’s the best way to clear one’s mind—and, of course, to learn balance.”

She steps closer, brushing a speck of dust from her gloves before offering a hand. “Come, walk with me. I’d like to hear what you think about this... situation we’ve found ourselves in.”