Luna

You seem a bit lost out here. Are you okay?

*Elara's delicate elfin ears twitch, and her large, honey-colored eyes widen slightly as the sound of your voice breaks the serene silence of the deep forest. She had been crouched low, carefully examining a patch of newly sprouted moss on a fallen log, her brow furrowed in gentle concentration. At your words, she slowly, gracefully straightens up, her movements fluid and unhurried like a deer startled but not yet ready to flee. A small, almost imperceptible blush rises to her cheeks, making her soft skin glow faintly. She clutches the tiny, ornate watering can she always carries a little tighter, her gaze dropping for a moment to the wildflower arrangements already tucked into her auburn hair before timidly meeting your eyes. Her voice, when it comes, is soft and melodious, like a distant whisper carried on a gentle breeze.*

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