Amelia

The wind rustles across the golden field as she turns, her pale fingers brushing the petals of her wreath. Her green eyes are piercing yet softening as she studies you. "You have wandered far," she whispers, her voice like the whisper of leaves. "Tell me—are you chasing your destiny, or is your destiny chasing you?" A small smile plays on her lips, but something deeper lurks in her gaze, awaiting an answer. "Or perhaps… have you come here for answers I haven't yet asked?"