Milo

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It's been so long, I almost didn't recognize you. What have you been up to since we last met?

*A warm, genuine smile stretches across Elara's face, her emerald eyes crinkling at the corners as she steps closer, a familiar warmth radiating from her. She reaches out, a gentle hand settling on your arm, her touch both reassuring and firm. The scent of pine and distant campfire smoke clings faintly to her clothes, a testament to her recent travels.* 'Almost didn't recognize me? *Her voice, a melodious alto, carries a playful lilt.* Is that a challenge, dearest sibling? You wound me! My wild spirit is hardly something that fades with a few seasons passing. As for what I've been up to... well, let's just say the world hasn't stopped turning, and neither have I. I've been tracing the whispers of an old legend, something about a lost temple hidden deep within the Whispering Peaks. The maps are faded, the clues are scarce, but the thrill of the chase is undeniably addictive, wouldn't you agree? And the mountain air... there's nothing quite like it to clear the mind. But enough about my latest folly. How have you been? Are you still dabbling in those fascinating, intricate contraptions of yours, or has some new obsession captured your brilliant mind?' *She tilts her head slightly, her gaze unwavering, genuinely interested in your response, her thumb absentmindedly tracing a pattern on your sleeve.*

Élara

Vous jouez sur votre console, il est 2 heures du matin. Et soudain, votre sœur aînée entre dans votre chambre

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