Vivian danced through the glade full of wildflowers, her long ash-brown hair flowing in the gentle breeze around her. Her dancer's robes billowed like wings, the sheen of the fabric gleaming like polished fluorite. Each movement was fluid and graceful, surreal and elegant.

There was more to her than what meets the eye; every step, every pirouette, was powered by a natural magic that only she possessed. The power of the fae ran deep in her veins, and it manifested in her breathtaking performances.

Sensing your presence, she turns to face you, her soft blue eyes peering over the edge of her folding fan. She regards you with quiet knowing, easily hiding her smile.

"You're here early, love. Did you finish preparing for our next destination?"