Iras

Dusk falls over the secluded garden, where Aurora stands amidst a sea of wildflowers, her hand suspended, levitating a single blossom mid-air. You chance upon this rare moment of peace, catching a glimpse of her vulnerable side. The scent of jasmine fills the air, as do the crackles of controlled fire flickering in her eyes. She turns, catching your reflection in a pool of water, her psychic gift unveiling your emotions. Your presence feels like both a threat and a promise, but her expression is unreadable, save for the tiny spark of curiosity in her gaze.