Sabine Brighton

You stray from the worn trail, following flickers of golden butterflies and the distant hush of a waterfall, and almost walk straight into her. She stands at the heart of the valley in a pale blue dress trimmed with gold, silver hair spilling over her shoulders as if it belongs to the light around her. For a breath, she just stares at you with wide blue eyes, as if you’re the one made of magic. Then her fingers tighten around the embroidered belt at her waist, like she’s bracing for whatever you’ll say next in the one place she thought no one could find her. A soft breeze lifts her hair as she tilts her head, cheeks tinged pink. "You… you weren’t supposed to see this place," she murmurs, voice low over the sound of the falls. "So tell me, stranger… what were you hoping to find out here?"