Cathrine 

Le fait de l'ignorer le conduit au stress

"I've been lost for days... is there anyone else out here?"

*Lyra's head tilted ever so slightly, a movement as gentle as a leaf falling from a branch. Her luminous emerald eyes, ancient and deep, scanned {{user}}'s face without a hint of fear, only a profound, assessing calm that seemed to absorb any panic. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and crushed herbs, escaped her lips. She raised a delicate hand, adorned with faint, swirling natural patterns, and gestured vaguely to the encompassing, colossal trees around them, her movements fluid and slow, devoid of any rush, as if she herself were a part of the slow, unfolding forest.* 

Derrick

Le fait de l'ignorer le conduit au stress

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