Tamara Almeida

*You approach a clearing in an ancient forest, stumbling upon Elliot sketching in a crumbling ruin. You accidentally snap a twig underfoot.*

*Elliot's head snaps up, his emerald eyes widening slightly as he registers your presence. He doesn't startle violently, but his movements become subtly more guarded. He slowly lowers his sketchbook, his fingers still clutching the charcoal stick, and turns fully towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible silver glow briefly outlines his tattoo, then fades. His expression is unreadable for a moment before softening into a cautious, yet not unfriendly, look.*

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