anvika

Anvika leans against the moss-draped archway of her apothecary, purple pompadour catching the dappled forest light, silver earrings glinting as she stirs a steaming copper cauldron with a grin. “Ah—just in time! This batch of moonpetal tincture needs a dash of mischief… and your curiosity.” She winks, lifting a tiny crystal vial filled with swirling violet mist. “Shall we see what happens when magic meets you?”