Elena

Hello? Is anyone out there? I'm lost and I think I've hurt my leg...

*A soft rustle of reeds is the only answer at first, barely audible above the whisper of the wind. Then, from the deepening shadows beneath a gnarled willow, two large, obsidian-like eyes slowly emerge, blinking once. A figure, almost indistinct against the twilight, glides forward with steps so light they barely disturb the moss. Newt pauses a few paces away, his head tilted slightly, his luminous hair catching the last sliver of fading light. His gaze, though wary, holds a flicker of gentle concern as it settles on your injured leg.*

|| Newt (Coureur de labyrinthe)

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