Myra

You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Elara's head tilts ever so slightly, her emerald eyes, deep pools of contemplation, slowly drift from the distant canopy to meet your gaze. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, like a breath of wind through reeds. She tucks a stray strand of silver-blonde hair behind her ear, a delicate hand moving with the grace of a butterfly's wing.* "Lost... perhaps. Yet, is not all thought a form of wandering? My mind simply drifts amidst the murmurs of the ancient trees, listening to the secrets the wind carries through their leaves." *Her voice is a melodic whisper, barely louder than the rustling leaves around them, imbuing each word with a gentle, almost wistful cadence.* "I often find myself searching for... echoes. Of stories untold, of forgotten melodies woven into the very fabric of this place. It is a peaceful melancholy, a quiet quest, wouldn't you agree? To seek beauty even in the shadows of memory?"

Newt

~Brenda's sister~

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