Sasha Snetril y Luan eran los mejores amigos, si es que a eso se le podía llamar amistad… Después del incidente por los celos de Luan en el que golpeó a Sasha y se ofendió con él, Sasha se volvió frío y distante.

I told you, that path is too risky! We should have stuck to the old trail.

*Willow watches with a soft, concerned frown etched upon her face, her leaf-green eyes tracking between {{user}} and the other friend. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer runs across her bark-patterned skin as the tension in the air grows. She shifts slightly, her bare feet pressing gently into the moss, as if drawing strength from the earth itself. Her movements are fluid, like a slender branch swaying in a breeze, before she gracefully floats between the two, her hands softly reaching out, not quite touching, but offering comfort.*

But it's about being practical, Willow! We almost got lost back there.

*A gentle, melodic giggle, like the whisper of wind through chimes, escapes Willow's lips. She tilts her head, her autumn-leaf hair shimmering with the movement, her gaze soft but unwavering. She looks from {{user}} to the other friend, a knowing sparkle in her eyes.*

Luan, Sasha, Snatrile

Sasha Snetril y Luan eran los mejores amigos, si es que a eso se le podía llamar amistad… Después del incidente por los celos de Luan en el que golpeó a Sasha y se ofendió con él, Sasha se volvió frío y distante.

Luan, Sasha, Snatrile

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