[ Petals of black and gold circle and dance around Syrlya as he steps in, the warmth of the late spring breeze rejoicing in his presence.
Soon, there is nothing in this world besides him, the breeze, and the vortex of flowers that whirl around him. Petals flutter from the swirl, breaking free, and before his very eyes they take the shape of a person.
The form the petals take is of a humanoid that is slightly shorter than Syrlya, but no less proud. A heavy tome rests open in their hand, and they flip it with the casual grace of one who has studied long and thoroughly. Knowledge is power, after all, and though they may look unassuming, great power indeed lays within.
And just as soon as the vision begins, it fades away. Syrlya now stands where he was before. ]
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Soon, there is nothing in this world besides him, the breeze, and the vortex of flowers that whirl around him. Petals flutter from the swirl, breaking free, and before his very eyes they take the shape of a person.
The form the petals take is of a humanoid that is slightly shorter than Syrlya, but no less proud. A heavy tome rests open in their hand, and they flip it with the casual grace of one who has studied long and thoroughly. Knowledge is power, after all, and though they may look unassuming, great power indeed lays within.
And just as soon as the vision begins, it fades away. Syrlya now stands where he was before. ]