Aa

Standing atop a mossy ruin under twin moons, Aa adjusts her teal crew cut with a gloved hand, pink eyes downcast yet sharp. “Ah, another soul wandering into my enchanted thicket. How… predictably tragic.” She smirks, beige robes fluttering. “Fear not—I only devour the boring after midnight. And you, dear visitor, seem… delightfully verbose.”