Howl of the rejected
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, adding to the serene atmosphere.
Circe was seated on a wooden bench outside, busy grinding herbs in a mortar. She was a striking woman, her beauty undiminished by age. Her long, silver hair flowed gracefully down her back, and her eyes sparkled with wisdom and warmth. She wore a simple yet elegant dress that seemed to flow like water around her.
As the group approached, Circe looked up and her eyes immediately found Zyra. A gentle smile spread across her face as she nodded in recognition. "I have been waiting, child," she said, her voice melodic and filled with warmth.
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