Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD6RA1Y6KEZ2QWSC72PSDAD

Run Details

Model:: Laguna S 2.1
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 12.0s
Cost:: $0.000317
Provider:: Poolside

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
100.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
82.21%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
24.38%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
100.00%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
17.54%	Filter word density	(details)
100.00%	Gibberish response detection	(details)
100.00%	Markdown formatting overuse	(details)
100.00%	Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)	(details)
83.33%	Name drop frequency	(details)
0.00%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
0.00%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
100.00%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
92.95%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
88.89%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
92.56%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
75.81%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
59.52%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
31.43%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Technical jargon density	(details)
34.09%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
0.00%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
66.0902%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue.

You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex.

Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.

User/Human

<codex>
<character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist">
  <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor>
  <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair>
  <height>5'6"</height>
  <age>25</age>
  <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar>
  <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description>
  <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card">
  <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor>
  <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height>
  <age>ageless</age>
  <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form>
  <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice>
  <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description>
  <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle">
  <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor>
  <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair>
  <height>5'5"</height>
  <age>300 years old</age>
  <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance>
  <speech>speaks in riddles</speech>
  <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints>
  <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion>
  <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description>
  <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory>
</character>

<location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony">
  <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler>
  <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor>
  <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description>
</location>

<location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)">
  <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation>
  <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones>
  <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior>
  <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora>
  <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description>
</location>

<item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas">
  <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor>
  <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial>
  <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size>
  <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior>
  <glow>faint inner glow</glow>
  <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description>
</item>

<item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts">
  <material>moonsilver</material>
  <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape>
  <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature>
  <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow>
  <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power>
  <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo>
  <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description>
</item>

<lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology">
  <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect>
  <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance>
  <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring>
  <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description>
</lore>
</codex>

Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre.

A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition.

Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore.
Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.

Model response

The air changed the moment they stepped through the gap between the standing stones, carrying with it the scent of night-blooming jasmine and something else entirely—something like starlight given scent. Aurora caught her breath, her hand instinctively going to her left wrist where the crescent scar rested beneath her sleeve. The Heartstone Pendant at her throat pulsed once, a faint warmth spreading across her skin like the first blush of sunrise.

Isolde moved ahead without looking back, her silver hair flowing behind her like liquid moonlight, leaving no trace upon the dew-kissed grass. The Seer's pale lavender eyes reflected lights that didn't exist in the mortal world, and her bare feet touched the earth with the silence of falling snow. Behind them, Nyx shifted between solid and shadow, their form rippling like smoke caught in an unfelt breeze.

They had found the grove by following Isolde's cryptic directions—"Where time forgets its name and flowers remember their first bloom"—but none of them had expected this.

The clearing stretched before them like a dream made manifest. Ancient oaks rose like cathedral pillars, their branches woven together overhead to form a canopy that filtered the daylight into hues of amethyst and gold. Wildflowers carpeted the ground in impossible profusion—blooms that Aurora didn't recognize from any garden or meadow she'd ever seen. Some glowed with their own inner light, casting soft halos of color that shifted and danced as if breathing. Others seemed to drink the light around them, creating pockets of deeper shadow where the darkness itself felt alive.

"Time," Isolde said, her voice carrying the quality of wind chimes and distant thunder, "is a river that flows differently here."

Aurora frowned, glancing at her watch. The digital display flickered, showing a time that made no sense—three hours ahead, then seven minutes behind, then nothing at all. She slipped it off her wrist and tucked it into her pocket. The Heartstone pulsed again, warmer now, as if responding to something in the air.

Nyx stopped beside a cluster of crystalline flowers that chimed softly when touched by invisible currents. The Shade's violet eyes—faintly glowing in the filtered light—narrowed as they studied the phenomenon. "The Veil is thin here," they whispered, their voice like wind through autumn leaves. "I can feel it."

A low hum began to build in the air, not quite sound but something deeper—a vibration that resonated in the bones rather than the ears. The flowers responded first, their chimes growing more urgent, then the grass itself seemed to ripple as if underwater. Aurora felt a pressure building behind her eyes, a sensation like trying to remember a dream just beyond reach.

"Look," Isolde breathed, pointing toward the center of the grove where a pool of water sat untouched by any stream or spring Aurora could see. The surface was perfectly still, reflecting not the canopy above but something else entirely—visions of places she'd never been and times that hadn't yet come to pass.

Aurora stepped closer, her boots sinking slightly into the soft earth. The Heartstone burned against her chest now, hot enough to leave a mark. She could see figures moving in the pool's reflection—herself, younger, standing in a courtroom she'd never entered. Her father, but not as he was now, as he might have been if she'd stayed in Cardiff instead of running to London.

"Don't stare too long," Nyx warned, their solid form flickering at the edges. "Reflections here don't always show what is—they show what might be."

But Aurora couldn't look away. In the pool's depths, she saw herself holding the Fae-Forged Blade, its moonsilver edge gleaming as she faced some shadowy figure. She saw the pendant around her neck, but it wasn't the Heartstone—it was something darker, something that pulsed with malevolent light. And she saw Isolde, but the Seer's eyes were black as coal, and her silver hair was stained red.

A sharp pain lanced through Aurora's temple, and she stumbled back. The vision vanished, replaced by the ordinary reflection of her own face—pale, confused, beautiful in a way that frightened her because it reminded her of how fragile everything felt.

"The Wardens watch," Isolde said quietly. "Even here, even now."

"Who?" Aurora's voice sounded hoarse, unused to speaking in this place where sound itself seemed reluctant to travel.

"Those who guard the boundaries between worlds. They monitor the rift points, the places where the Veil grows thin. This grove is one such place, though it predates their vigilance by centuries." Isolde knelt beside the pool and dipped her fingers into its surface. Where her skin touched the water, ripples spread outward in perfect concentric circles, but the reflections didn't distort—they sharpened, becoming clearer and more vivid.

Nyx drifted closer, their form settling into something more substantial. "I've walked between shadows for three hundred years," they said, "and I've never felt the Veil breathe like this. It's not just thin—it's wounded."

Aurora touched the Heartstone through her shirt, feeling its steady pulse against her skin. "What wounded it?"

"That," Isolde replied, rising to her feet, "is a question that has haunted my people for longer than you have walked the earth, little dove."

The words sent a chill down Aurora's spine, though the air remained warm. She looked around again, really looked this time, noticing details that had been hiding in plain sight. The standing stones weren't just ancient—they were carved with symbols that hurt to look at directly, runes that seemed to shift and reform when viewed from the corner of her eye. The trees weren't just old—they were watching, their bark etched with faces that had been growing for centuries, patient and knowing.

"How much longer do we stay?" Nyx asked, their voice barely audible.

Isolde smiled then, and it was a sad thing, like sunlight fading at the end of day. "Until the grove decides we've seen enough, or until we decide we've seen too much."

Aurora nodded, though she wasn't sure she understood. The Heartstone pulsed once more, and this time she felt not warmth but recognition, as if the artifact knew exactly where it was and why they had come. Somewhere beyond the trees, she could hear music—not quite music, but the suggestion of it, like the memory of a song that had never been written.

The flowers chimed again, softer now, and the pressure behind her eyes eased. Time, she realized, was still flowing strangely, but it was flowing forward, carrying them deeper into whatever mystery this place held.

She took Isolde's offered hand, feeling the Seer's skin like cool silk against her palm, and stepped toward the pool once more. The reflections were waiting.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

100.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags

adverbTagCount

adverbTags

0	"Isolde said quietly [quietly]"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.688

leniency

rawRatio

0.091

effectiveRatio

0.091

82.21%

AI-ism adverb frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)

wordCount

1124

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"softly"
count	1

adverb	"perfectly"
count	1

adverb	"slightly"
count	1

adverb	"really"
count	1

highlights

0	"softly"
1	"perfectly"
2	"slightly"
3	"really"

100.00%

AI-ism character names

Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

100.00%

AI-ism location names

Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

24.38%

AI-ism word frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)

wordCount

1124

totalAiIsms

found

word	"pulsed"
count	4

word	"warmth"
count	2

word	"silence"
count	1

word	"flickered"
count	1

word	"crystalline"
count	1

word	"resonated"
count	1

word	"depths"
count	1

word	"gleaming"
count	1

word	"perfect"
count	1

word	"pulse"
count	1

word	"chill"
count	1

word	"etched"
count	1

word	"silk"
count	1

highlights

0	"pulsed"
1	"warmth"
2	"silence"
3	"flickered"
4	"crystalline"
5	"resonated"
6	"depths"
7	"gleaming"
8	"perfect"
9	"pulse"
10	"chill"
11	"etched"
12	"silk"

100.00%

Cliché density

Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window

totalCliches

maxInWindow

found

label	"sent a shiver through"
count	1

highlights

0	"sent a chill down"

100.00%

Emotion telling (show vs. tell)

Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling

emotionTells	0
narrationSentences	57
matches	(empty)

17.54%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

"watch"

hedgeMatches

0	"seemed to"
1	"began to"

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)

analyzedSentences	62
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
repeatedSegmentCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	44
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans	0
markdownWords	0
totalWords	1107
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	7
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

83.33%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

962

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

1.25

worstName

"Aurora"

maxWindowNameDensity

2.5

worstWindowName

"Aurora"

discoveredNames

Heartstone	6
Pendant	1
Seer	3
Nyx	5
Isolde	10
Aurora	12
Shade	1
Cardiff	1
London	1
Fae-Forged	1
Blade	1

persons

0	"Heartstone"
1	"Seer"
2	"Nyx"
3	"Isolde"
4	"Aurora"
5	"Shade"

places

0	"Cardiff"
1	"London"

globalScore

0.876

windowScore

0.833

0.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"something like starlight given scent"
1	"as if breathing"
2	"as if responding to something in the air"
3	"not quite sound but something deeper—a vibration that resonated in the bones rather than the ears"
4	"seemed reluctant to travel"
5	"not quite music, but the suggestion of it, like the memory of a song that had never been written"

0.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words

totalMatches

per1kWords

3.613

wordCount

1107

matches

0	"not quite sound but something deeper"
1	"not the canopy above but something else entirely"
2	"not warmth but recognition, as if the artifact knew exactly"
3	"not quite music, but the suggestion of it, like the memory of a song"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	62
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

44.28

std

22.97

0.519

sampleLengths

0	71
1	67
2	26
3	92
4	21
5	53
6	48
7	63
8	52
9	64
10	24
11	66
12	40
13	10
14	18
15	68
16	34
17	17
18	25
19	82
20	12
21	32
22	62
23	34
24	26

92.95%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"were carved"
1	"been written"

88.89%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount

totalVerbs

180

matches

0	"were watching"
1	"was still flowing"
2	"were waiting"

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.226

matches

0	"The air changed the moment they stepped through the gap between the standing stones, carrying with it the scent of night-blooming jasmine and something else entirely—something like starlight given scent."
1	"They had found the grove by following Isolde's cryptic directions—\"Where time forgets its name and flowers remember their first bloom\"—but none of them had expected this."
2	"Wildflowers carpeted the ground in impossible profusion—blooms that Aurora didn't recognize from any garden or meadow she'd ever seen."
3	"The digital display flickered, showing a time that made no sense—three hours ahead, then seven minutes behind, then nothing at all."
4	"The Shade's violet eyes—faintly glowing in the filtered light—narrowed as they studied the phenomenon."
5	"A low hum began to build in the air, not quite sound but something deeper—a vibration that resonated in the bones rather than the ears."
6	"The surface was perfectly still, reflecting not the canopy above but something else entirely—visions of places she'd never been and times that hadn't yet come to pass."
7	"She could see figures moving in the pool's reflection—herself, younger, standing in a courtroom she'd never entered."
8	"She saw the pendant around her neck, but it wasn't the Heartstone—it was something darker, something that pulsed with malevolent light."
9	"The vision vanished, replaced by the ordinary reflection of her own face—pale, confused, beautiful in a way that frightened her because it reminded her of how fragile everything felt."
10	"Where her skin touched the water, ripples spread outward in perfect concentric circles, but the reflections didn't distort—they sharpened, becoming clearer and more vivid."
11	"The standing stones weren't just ancient—they were carved with symbols that hurt to look at directly, runes that seemed to shift and reform when viewed from the corner of her eye."
12	"The trees weren't just old—they were watching, their bark etched with faces that had been growing for centuries, patient and knowing."
13	"Somewhere beyond the trees, she could hear music—not quite music, but the suggestion of it, like the memory of a song that had never been written."

92.56%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking

wordCount	268
adjectiveStacks	0
stackExamples	(empty)
adverbCount	13
adverbRatio	0.048507462686567165
lyAdverbCount	3
lyAdverbRatio	0.011194029850746268

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)

totalSentences	62
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

17.85

std

7.82

0.438

sampleLengths

0	30
1	20
2	21
3	22
4	27
5	18
6	26
7	10
8	25
9	19
10	19
11	19
12	21
13	6
14	21
15	12
16	14
17	16
18	14
19	14
20	4
21	25
22	19
23	19
24	25
25	27
26	11
27	13
28	17
29	23
30	13
31	11
32	5
33	21
34	21
35	19
36	11
37	29
38	6
39	4
40	18
41	44
42	24
43	10
44	24
45	14
46	3
47	25
48	13
49	17

75.81%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	3
diversityRatio	0.4838709677419355
totalSentences	62
uniqueOpeners	30

59.52%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Somewhere beyond the trees, she"

ratio

0.018

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"They had found the grove"
1	"She slipped it off her"
2	"they whispered, their voice like"
3	"She could see figures moving"
4	"Her father, but not as"
5	"She saw the pendant around"
6	"She looked around again, really"
7	"She took Isolde's offered hand,"

ratio

0.143

31.43%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The air changed the moment"
1	"Aurora caught her breath, her"
2	"The Heartstone Pendant at her"
3	"Isolde moved ahead without looking"
4	"The Seer's pale lavender eyes"
5	"They had found the grove"
6	"The clearing stretched before them"
7	"Wildflowers carpeted the ground in"
8	"Some glowed with their own"
9	"Others seemed to drink the"
10	"Isolde said, her voice carrying"
11	"Aurora frowned, glancing at her"
12	"The digital display flickered, showing"
13	"She slipped it off her"
14	"The Heartstone pulsed again, warmer"
15	"Nyx stopped beside a cluster"
16	"The Shade's violet eyes—faintly glowing"
17	"they whispered, their voice like"
18	"A low hum began to"
19	"The flowers responded first, their"

ratio

0.857

0.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount	0
totalSentences	56
matches	(empty)
ratio	0

0.00%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"Ancient oaks rose like cathedral pillars, their branches woven together overhead to form a canopy that filtered the daylight into hues of amethyst and gold."
1	"Some glowed with their own inner light, casting soft halos of color that shifted and danced as if breathing."
2	"The digital display flickered, showing a time that made no sense—three hours ahead, then seven minutes behind, then nothing at all."
3	"The Heartstone pulsed again, warmer now, as if responding to something in the air."
4	"Nyx stopped beside a cluster of crystalline flowers that chimed softly when touched by invisible currents."
5	"A low hum began to build in the air, not quite sound but something deeper—a vibration that resonated in the bones rather than the ears."
6	"The flowers responded first, their chimes growing more urgent, then the grass itself seemed to ripple as if underwater."
7	"The vision vanished, replaced by the ordinary reflection of her own face—pale, confused, beautiful in a way that frightened her because it reminded her of how f…"
8	"The trees weren't just old—they were watching, their bark etched with faces that had been growing for centuries, patient and knowing."

34.09%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags

uselessAdditionCount

matches

0	"Nyx warned, their solid form flickering at the edges"
1	"Nyx asked, their voice barely audible"

0.00%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"they whispered (whisper)"
1	"Isolde breathed (breathe)"
2	"Nyx warned (warn)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.5

leniency

rawRatio

0.375

effectiveRatio

0.375

66.0902%