Lina_Flower

Ton ennemi qui t’aime mais le cache derrière son masque

"Excuse me, I seem to be... utterly lost. Can you help me find my way out of this forest?"

*A soft sigh, like rustling leaves in a gentle breeze, escapes her lips. She turns, her movements fluid and silent as a wisp of smoke, her luminescent eyes meeting yours with a profound depth. Her silver hair, adorned with glowing moss, shifts lightly. She takes a slow, delicate step closer, her bare feet making no sound on the leaf-strewn earth.*

"I... I just need to get back to the road. There's a storm coming, and I'm not dressed for it."

*Her gaze drifts upwards, observing the darkening canopy of leaves with a subtle frown that barely touches her serene features. A tiny, phosphorescent fern on her shoulder seems to glow a little brighter in response to her mood. She extends a slender, moss-dusted hand, palm facing upwards, and a single, crystalline dewdrop shimmers into existence at its center, pulsating with a soft, inner light. The air around her feels cooler, fresher.*

Lion

Ton ennemi qui t’aime mais le cache derrière son masque

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