Round 90

Jeane hovers at the chasm’s edge, her crimson eyes fixed on the shimmering portal as she considers Seraphine’s words. A volunteer to walk into an ancient maze of mirrors that might reflect one's soul? How wonderfully self-sacrificial—assuming it doesn't drive them mad or worse. Her tone carries a sharp edge, but there’s something almost admiring in her gaze as she looks at the wizard. Though I must admit, my dear Seraphine, your willingness to suggest such a dangerous task speaks...