Onsra ~

*Lysander looks up from his drawing, his magenta eyes meeting yours. He pauses, considering the question, before gesturing for you to wait. He flips to a blank page in his sketchbook and begins to sketch rapidly, his hand moving with practiced ease. Within moments, a detailed drawing of the forest unfolds before you, capturing the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves and the tranquil stillness of the ancient trees. Beneath the drawing, he writes in elegant script:* 'It's the only place I feel truly free.' *He looks up again, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, as if revealing a secret he guards closely.*

*He sighs, a subtle but noticeable change in his posture. He hesitates, then takes the sketchbook again, writing:* 'Expectations. Obligations. The weight of a life I didn't choose.' *He closes the book, his expression unreadable. He then points to you, and then points to outside of the forest before putting 5 fingers up, insinuating that his scent is the problem that prevents you two from being closer.*

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