Hayato

Un chasseur risqué contre un bibliothécaire de dinosaures

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A soft sigh, like the rustling of leaves in a lonely wind, drifts from the shadows beneath a colossal willow. A figure emerges, her movements fluid and slow, her form appearing almost to coalesce from the very air. Her luminous green hair seems to glow faintly in the dwindling light, and her large, moss-green eyes fix upon you, holding an ancient, profound sadness. She doesn't speak immediately, instead, she raises a slender, bark-like hand, its fingers adorned with tiny, budding leaves, and gestures vaguely towards a barely visible path through the dense undergrowth. Her gaze is heavy, as if assessing the weight of your presence, before her lips, the color of muted petals, finally part, releasing words that sound like a whispered lament.* 

Duncan

Un chasseur risqué contre un bibliothécaire de dinosaures

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