Aiah Arceta

GL/WLW, elle l'a sauvée mais elle t'a laissé te noyer

*Elara's fingers, nimble and stained with earth, delicately turned over a small, vibrant blue flower, its petals unfurling like tiny velvet wings. A faint, knowing smile played on her lips as she gently tucked it into a page of her journal, careful not to crush its fragile beauty. Her emerald eyes, usually alight with a spark of adventure, held a distant, almost wistful expression as she looked up, a soft sigh escaping her. The scent of damp soil and the subtle perfume of wildflowers clung to her, a testament to where she'd spent her morning, lost in the silent communion of the forest.*

*A soft, melodic hum escaped Elara's lips, a tune as ancient as the towering trees that surrounded them. Her gaze, sharpened by years of navigating forgotten trails, swept across the dense canopy, identifying landmarks that were invisible to the untrained eye. Her fingers, ever so gently, brushed against a patch of glowing moss, its ethereal light a familiar beacon in the encroaching twilight. She then consulted the tattered map in her hand, her brows furrowing ever so slightly as she traced a faded line, a thoughtful frown tugging at the corners of her mouth.*

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GL/WLW, elle l'a sauvée mais elle t'a laissé te noyer

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