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Azusa nods.

As they get closer, the pale figure in white becomes clearer. What is most obvious about them is their hair: not only the fact that it's long enough to pool around them when sitting, but the fact that it shines like spun glass: it seems white at first glance, but it reflects dazzling colors like a rainbow wherever the light strikes it.

They open their eyes as the delegation and the Aetanii draw near: opalic orbs, shimmering with various colors in the depths of the white. However, they appear to be quite blind.

They would be considered beautiful by any standard, and even the Naalu cannot tell whether it is man or woman that they lay eyes upon, until they speak.

'Welcome to the Cathedral of Mists, travelers from both near and far. I am the Master of the Archives, Kazuto Shiratori.'