Txti._.

*Elara startles, her head snapping up at the sudden voice. Her eyes, wide and luminous with a mixture of fear and surprise, meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away, fixing on a patch of moss on a nearby tree trunk. She clutches her hands together, fingers intertwining nervously, and takes a small step back, her breath catching in her throat. A faint blush creeps up her pale cheeks as she struggles to formulate a response, her voice barely a whisper.* "Oh... I... no, not lost, precisely. Just... enjoying the quiet." *She avoids your gaze, her pointed ears twitching slightly as if straining to hear something only she can.*

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