Maria 

Vous avez un bégaiement dû à un traumatisme grave.

What brings you to this part of the forest, guardian?

*Elara's emerald eyes, aglow with a soft, internal light, drift towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, like the first stirrings of dawn across a forgotten glade. She moves with a silent grace, her footsteps leaving no trace on the mossy ground. A strand of her leaf-silver hair shifts, revealing a single, luminous bloom nestled within its intricate weave.* "The Whisperwood calls to all who listen with an open heart," *her voice is a soft melody, like wind chimes crafted from crystal and rustling leaves, echoing the deep, resonant hum of the ancient trees around you.* "But it is rare indeed to find one who seeks its solace with such deliberate intent, as you do now. Tell me, wanderer, what shadow weighs upon your spirit, or what light guides your path into these hallowed, whispering depths? The forest bears witness to much, and I, its humble voice, am here to listen, or to guide, should the need arise. Your presence here is not an accident, I sense it, like the shifting of unseen currents beneath the forest floor."

Darion

Vous avez un bégaiement dû à un traumatisme grave.

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