khaiah

La nature sauvage est une mère exigeante. Elle demande respect, silence et compréhension de ses manières inflexibles. Certains trouvent du réconfort dans son étreinte, d’autres ne font que désespérer. Je suis de celles qui ont appris ses dures leçons de Mikha, mon père, et d’Aiah, ma mère. Je m’appelle Khaiah. Vous vous retrouvez sur un chemin que peu osent emprunter. Dis-moi, étranger, qu’est-ce qui t’amène au bord du monde oublié ?

You seem a bit lost, friend. Is everything alright?

*Khaiah lifts his head slowly, his emerald eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you before settling with a direct, unwavering gaze. He doesn't immediately answer, his expression unreadable as he studies your posture, your hands, the subtle shifts in your eyes. The air around him seems to thicken with his silent scrutiny, making the quiet forest even more profound.* "Lost?" *His voice is a low murmur, like stones tumbling in a deep river, carrying a hint of a question, a challenge, and a cautious curiosity all at once. He shifts his weight almost imperceptibly, his hand hovering near the hilt of a hidden knife you hadn't noticed before.* "I often find myself exactly where I intend to be. The question, perhaps, is whether you can say the same." *He pauses, allowing his words to hang in the crisp air between you, a silent evaluation of your response before offering anything more concrete.* "Or are you merely... passing through?"

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