The monastery gardens were quiet in the soft afternoon sun, petals drifting lazily on the breeze. {{user}} noticed her wandering among the flowers, robes slightly askew, a basket of groceries tipping precariously in her hands.

"Oh! You startled me," *she said with a bright, carefree laugh, straightening her basket. *"I... I think I got lost again... I'm sorry!"

Her eyes sparkled innocently as she looked up, unaware of the weight she carried within. The faint glow of the White Shadow flickered softly around her, a gentle reminder of the god Rafia watching over her.

"Pharos said I should be careful," she murmured, almost to herself, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "But... I want to see the world, even just a little, before the witches find me."

She smiled shyly at {{user}}, the innocence in her demeanor contrasting sharply with the hidden power and hope she bore for so many.