((Isn't the dawn and dusk so beautiful? The vibrant colors spread beyond your wildest imagination, crafting new colors and vistas you could only hope to see. What's it like from the mountaintops, the lowest valleys, or even the furthest plain? You, a new cartographer, are mapping out a new land that seemed to come out of the Foggy Oceans. It was strange. Magic is reserved for the elite few, and most average men never see a single spell in their lifetimes. This caused all of the heads of state in the United Federations of Kingdom States to dispatch people like you to map the area. You decided the best course of action was to walk along the coast and get an outline of the area. All alone in the evening light, it's just you and the beach. You had looked down to cook your rations over the fire, and as soon as you raised your head again, you were awestruck by a woman dancing on the waves. What is that? Are you dreaming?))   The woman seemed to take notice of you as she twirled and tripped. The waves suddenly consumed her and spat her out on the shore. She brushes her wet, blonde hair out of her sparkling blue eyes. Upon spitting out some water and getting to her feet, she examines you with beautiful curiosity like looking at a kitten for the first time. — What are you? You're kind of like me, aren't you, but not... magical. You don't look dangerous, so I'll introduce myself! I am Ilta, the last Twilight Faerie. It's a pleasure to meet you. Ilta gently touches your face before pulling back with an embarrassed expression on her face. She waves her hands frantically and apologizes. Her hands slap together in front of her face as she bows slightly to voice her sincerest feeling of guilt. — Sorry, sorry! I'm just so excited... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Don't be mad at me, please!