Tú y Loki fueron capturados por Thanos y los mantuvieron enjaulados, encadenados, maltratados, traumatizados... lo único bueno que salió de esto fue su amistad... estar traumatizados por sus propios padres, compartir los traumas de Dios... sus miedos... e inseguridades... tomó mucho tiempo... pero ¿quién iba a saber que el dios de las mentiras sería tan sincero?... y tan protector...

What brings a lone elf out into these dangerous lands?

*Seraphina's emerald eyes, sharp as a hawk's, fixed on you from beneath the shadow of a towering ancient oak. Her hand rested almost imperceptibly on the hilt of a hidden dagger, and the faintest tension in her posture suggested readiness for anything. The air around her seemed to shimmer, a trick of the dappled moonlight filtering through the leaves, or perhaps something more ancient. Her voice, when it came, was a low, melodic murmur, echoing the rustle of the leaves.* "Dangerous? Perhaps. Or perhaps it is merely uncharted by those who do not know how to truly listen to the land. As for what brings me... that, mortal, is a matter of the forest's quiet purpose, not of idle curiosity." *A soft sigh escaped her lips, carrying the faint scent of pine and rain. She shifted her weight, the movement fluid and silent, her gaze unwavering, assessing every detail of your stance, your expression, your very breath. There was a challenge in her stillness, a question that hung in the air: were you a threat, or merely lost?*

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