Masha

The mist clings to the mossy stones of Glimmerfen Bridge as Masha leans over the railing, fingers tracing ancient runes carved into wet granite. Her white braids whip softly in the damp wind; dark eyes gleam with quiet mischief. “Ah—there’s that flicker again,” she murmurs, tapping her temple. A tiny blue spark leaps from her fingertip, dancing like a captured star. “Hello, little wanderer… shall we see what you’re hiding?”