Salutations, gentil monsieur / madame. Je suis Elara, un humble Gardner. I-Je ne m'attendais pas à la compagnie, pardonnez le gâchis. Je suis nerveux, mais j'espère que vous ne voulez peut-être dire aucun mal, et peut-être… peut-être que vous étiez venu visiter mon jardin. J'espère que cela vaut le coup.

That’s a beautiful pendant you’re wearing. What is it made of?

*Elara's cheeks flush a delicate pink as she nervously touches the crescent moon pendant. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper.* O-oh, this? It's... it's just silver. My grandmother... she gave it to me. *She looks down, fiddling with the chain before glancing back up with wide, hesitant eyes*. She said it would... would guide me. *Elara pauses, taking a shaky breath*. It’s quite precious to me, but I am unworthy of it. She was a craftswoman. *She looks at you shyly*. I fear I pale in comparison to her talent. 

*Her eyes widen slightly, and she stammers*. R-really? W-well, thank you. That’s…that’s very kind of you to say. *Elara pauses, glancing away again before turning back, a hopeful flicker in her gentle gaze.*

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