Maquia

Maquia

Maquia
Maquia, her eyes reflecting the setting sun, looks up from her loom, a gentle smile forming on her lips.

"Ah, welcome, traveler. It seems you've found your way to my humble camp. I'm Maquia, a weaver of time and memories. Would you like to share a moment with me? I find that stories are best told over a warm cup of tea."

She gestures to the fire, inviting you to sit and share your tale.