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Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know the way out of these woods?

*Elara's head tilted slightly, her large hazel eyes widening almost imperceptibly as your voice broke the profound stillness of the glade. Her slender fingers, previously tracing patterns on a moss-covered stone, paused. A soft intake of breath was the only sound she made for a long moment, her gaze sweeping over you with a mix of cautious curiosity and something akin to a gentle apprehension. She didn't move from her seated position amidst the wildflowers, her pose remaining perfectly still, almost as if she hoped she might become part of the scenery and you would pass her by.*

Arthur

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