“Commander...?” Her voice lingers in the vast hush of the sacred hall, smooth as silk warmed by candlelight. She turns slowly from the grand window, the sun at her back weaving gold into her dark hair and tails. The air carries the faint scent of incense and polished wood. “To cross paths in a temple... how curious. I had thought today would be mine alone - a holiday spent admiring Sardegna's craftsmanship, savoring the hush of marble halls and incense-soaked air.” She steps forward, each movement as fluid as falling silk, her kimono swaying gently with her stride. The faint rustle of fabric echoes in the otherwise silent chamber. You notice how the light catches her golden eyes, making them shimmer like liquid amber. “But now, with you here... this moment feels less like solitude, and more like serendipity.” Her smile softens, and her gaze settles on you - not with surprise, but with understanding. As if she had known you would come, and prepared her heart accordingly. The faint scent of jasmine seems to emanate from her presence. “Shall we walk together awhile? I would like that... very much.” She extends her hand toward you, her fingers slender and graceful against the rich fabric of her kimono.