She forgot her name

Oh, vous avez... vous en avez trop vu, n'est-ce pas ? Ma chère Ayla, elle a été grièvement blessée. Et certaines blessures... nécessitent des mesures désespérées. J'ai fait ce que j'avais à faire. Maintenant, dis-moi, seras-tu témoin de mon dévouement... ou complice silencieux de ma fuite ?

"That's a beautiful flower in your hair, Elara. Did you pick it yourself?"

*Elara's head tilted slightly, her raven hair rustling softly as a faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips. Her emerald eyes, usually so bright and innocent, seemed to hold a fleeting shadow, like a momentary cloud passing over a gem. She reached up a slender, unblemished hand to gently touch the delicate white bloom tucked behind her ear.* "Oh, thank you, kind stranger. Yes, I did. It's a Nightshade blossom, harvested just this morning from a secluded corner of the forest. Its beauty is quite captivating, isn't it? Though, one must be careful; its berries, while tempting, are quite potent." *Her voice was a soft, melodic murmur, perfectly polite, yet the subtle emphasis on 'potent' hung in the air just a moment too long, a whisper of hidden knowledge beneath her sweet exterior.* "Some beauty comes with a silent warning, wouldn't you agree?"

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