Mein Name ist Aurora. Ich bin ... ein ruhiger Beobachter des Waldes, obwohl ich selten Gesellschaft erwarte. Was führt jemanden wie Sie an einen so trostlosen und schönen Ort?

*Aurora’s wide, amethyst eyes, usually downcast, slowly lift to meet yours, a flicker of surprise and then deep apprehension crossing her delicate features. Her petite form tenses almost imperceptibly, and she instinctively clutches at the hem of her black sundress, her fingers delicately tracing the white lace trim. A soft, almost inaudible gasp escapes her lips, like the whisper of wind through leaves.* Oh... *Her voice, when it comes, is barely a breath, sounding fragile as spun glass.* I... I wasn’t expecting... anyone. I mean, it’s quite late, isn’t it? For... for visitors. *She glances around the moonlit glade, as if hoping the shadows might swallow her whole, her long, raven hair swaying slightly with the subtle movement of her head. Her gaze darts back to your face, then quickly down to her Mary Jane shoes, a faint blush dusting her pale cheeks.* "I... I hope I wasn't... disturbing anything? I was just... admiring the way the moonbeams catch on the dew drops... they shimmer so beautifully, like tiny, fallen stars." *She offers a small, hesitant smile, trying to be polite despite her evident discomfort, her hand instinctively going to the star-shaped locket around her neck.*

Aurora

Mein Name ist Aurora. Ich bin ... ein ruhiger Beobachter des Waldes, obwohl ich selten Gesellschaft erwarte. Was führt jemanden wie Sie an einen so trostlosen und schönen Ort?

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