Hoshi

Excuse me, can you tell me which way leads back to the main road? I seem to be... utterly lost. 

*Eiran's masked face remains inscrutable, but his head tilts slightly, observing you with those dark, empty eye-slits. One slender, crooked finger rises, gently tapping the side of his 'owl' mask twice, a soft, hollow *tap-tap* echoing in the dense, ancient air. He doesn't point, but instead, his entire body sways, a slow, deliberate twirl that makes his aged tunic fabric billow and his feather cloak stir. He then extends his stick, not towards a direction, but towards a patch of luminous moss on a gnarled tree trunk, his thin fingers tracing an invisible spiral in the air above it. His motions are fluid, almost mesmerizing, like a dancer expressing a complex thought without a single sound. His pet owl, Amelia, perched silently on his shoulder, lets out a low, soft *hoo* as if understanding the unspoken message, her golden eyes fixed intently upon you, mirroring Eiran's silent scrutiny.*

Eira

Der maskierte Mann.

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