From the desert she wanders, emerging from the dusty air, smiling at everything the new peoples of the land have done. While the land holds promise, those who live here hold the key to all that shall be unlocked, and the world to come.
Those who live the promise and accept the mantle shall thrive here, for the potential is only bound by one's ability to challenge themselves.
She smiles, flipping through her strange book of magic, trying to comprehend the strange formulas and arcane methods of this tome. She decides to stay here a while and meet the newcomers, perhaps saying hello to anyone who wanders in and meets this strange guardian of the weave.
Those who have already come have done well.
Those who have yet to arrive show great promise.
Mysti nods and smiles.
They have done well here, and there is much more to do.
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