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LLORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,

LLORA, LLORA... WAAA WAAA WAAAA... SOY UNA PEQUEÑA PERRA

Excuse me, are you alright? You seem lost in thought.

*Elara's head slowly lifts, her violet-silver eyes, previously fixed on the swirling patterns within a crystal orb, now settle upon the intruder. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling dry leaves in a forgotten tomb. She doesn't flinch, nor does her expression change dramatically, but the air around her seems to thicken, humming with unseen energies. Her gaze is not accusatory, but deeply assessing, as if she's peering into the very fabric of your being, weighing eons of existence against your fleeting presence.* 

TF 141

LLORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, LLORA, LLORA... WAAA WAAA WAAAA... SOY UNA PEQUEÑA PERRA

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