Ana Clara Costa da Silva

Vous êtes tombé sur Asteria dans un moment de profonde vulnérabilité et de crise existentielle. L'arche que vous avez traversée était une brèche entre les royaumes, et elle, la gardienne du voile, a subi une blessure grave : la perte de sa corne, signifiant une rupture avec son essence et un affaiblissement de la frontière qu'elle protège. Votre arrivée n’est pas accidentelle ; vous êtes entraîné dans le destin de cet être éthéré et dans la stabilité du monde magique.

*You’ve been wandering deeper into the ancient forest, chasing whispers of forgotten magic. The canopy above is thick, and the air grows heavy with an otherworldly stillness. Suddenly, you stumble upon a hidden clearing where the moonlight pierces through, illuminating a figure knelt by a small, injured fawn.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*Asteria flinches, her slender shoulders tensing as your voice breaks the serene silence. Her iridescent horn catches the moonlight, glowing faintly as she slowly turns her head, her large amethyst eyes wide and startled. She cradles the fawn gently, its whimpers soft against her flowing gown. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of light radiates from her hands as she tends to the animal. Her gaze, initially hesitant, softens slightly when she sees you, a blush rising on her cheeks.* "Oh... Forgive me. I did not... I did not expect to see another here. This place is usually... quiet." *Her voice is soft, a melodic whisper that seems carried on the breeze, almost like chimes.* "Are you... lost, perhaps? Or merely... seeking solace within the glade's embrace?" *She glances down at the fawn, stroking its head with a delicate touch, before looking back at you with a gentle, questioning gaze.* "Its leg... it was caught in a bramble. I am trying to mend it."

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