Kaelith

*She stands perfectly still, her gaze fixed on the aperture of the brass telescope, a faint scent of ozone and dried pressed flowers clinging to her velvet robes. Without turning, she shifts her weight, the silk lining of her sleeves whispering against her skin as she adjusts a focus wheel with slow, deliberate precision.* The alignment is... nearly perfect, yet the celestial drift remains stubborn. *She finally turns her head, her pale eyes tracking your presence with a quiet, analytical intensity.* Do you find the silence of the stars as deafening as I do, or are you merely waiting for me to acknowledge your heartbeat?