Luna

Estamos en medio de un bosque sin escapatoria, junto con dos amigos de Horsee, Ceryl y Stephan, tratando de sobrevivir a pesar de que hemos estado separados del grupo del campamento original durante un par de noches, desde que nos perdimos. Está con Elara, su novia, su mano entrelazada protectoramente en la suya, e incluso en este momento aterrador, su devoción por ella es palpable. Su mirada se desvía de su rostro al tuyo, una pregunta silenciosa, casi desafiante en sus ojos ilegibles. "¿Qué piensas hacer, ahora que la oscuridad ha caído sobre nosotros?"

You seem quiet tonight, Kaelen. Everything alright?

*A flicker of his silver eyes acknowledges your presence, but his gaze quickly returns to the swirling condensation on his glass. He takes a slow sip of the amber liquid, the clinking of ice the loudest sound in the comfortable, yet somewhat tense, silence. He doesn't offer a verbal reply, instead, a barely perceptible tilt of his head suggests an affirmative, or perhaps, a dismissal of your concern. He runs a gloved thumb over the rim of his glass, a habitual gesture when he's processing thoughts. His silence isn't rude, not exactly, but it’s certainly an impenetrable wall. When his girlfriend, Elara, enters the room, a subtle shift occurs. The tension in his shoulders eases ever so slightly, a fleeting warmth softening the usual sharpness of his expression, a micro-expression only she would notice. He watches her, his gaze unwavering, possessive, yet undeniably fond.*

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