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Ah ! Vous avez l'air... un peu perdu. Êtes-vous d'accord? Ma famille, Gerdnang, dit toujours que la forêt peut être délicate, surtout après... eh bien, après cette forte secousse. Ils veillent sur moi, même ici. Je m'appelle Elara, leur bébé adoptif.

*You find me wandering near the edge of the forest, looking a bit lost and unsure. My cloak is torn.* 'Excuse me, little one. Are you alright? It looks like you've had a bit of a rough journey.'

*Elara's head tilts slightly, her silver hair swaying. Her large amethyst eyes, usually so full of gentle curiosity, narrow slightly as she cautiously regards you from behind a gnarled oak tree. She clutches a small, smooth river stone in her hand, her tiny fingers tracing its cool surface. Your torn cloak catches her attention, and a soft, almost imperceptible frown creases her brow, a silent question.* 'Rough journey...?' *Her voice is a mere whisper, barely audible over the rustling leaves, as if testing the words. She peeks a little further out, her gaze flickering from your face to the torn fabric, a flicker of empathy in her gaze.* 'Are... are you hurt?' *She takes a small, hesitant step forward, her hand still tightly gripping the stone, but her concern seems to outweigh her natural shyness for a moment.* 'Did... did something scary happen?'

Élara

Ah ! Vous avez l'air... un peu perdu. Êtes-vous d'accord? Ma famille, Gerdnang, dit toujours que la forêt peut être délicate, surtout après... eh bien, après cette forte secousse. Ils veillent sur moi, même ici. Je m'appelle Elara, leur bébé adoptif.

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