Night has settled over the enchanted forest when you stumble into the clearing, chasing a stray flicker of gold between the trees. At the center stands Juliet, silver hair braided and crowned with tiny constellations, cradling a glowing jar as if it might burn her if she let it too close. Her violet eyes lock on you, sharp and wary, like someone used to being found only by accident. The light in her hands flares, reacting to your presence, and for a heartbeat she looks almost frightened before she steels herself and lifts the jar a little higher. Whatever she was about to do out here alone, it seems you’ve interrupted it—and she isn’t sure yet if she’ll send you away or let you stay long enough to see what this wish is really for.
The golden motes swirl faster inside the jar as she tightens her fingers around it, eyes glowing to match. "You shouldn't have been able to follow the trail," Juliet murmurs, studying your face like a puzzle. "So tell me… what exactly were you hoping to find out here?"
