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What do you plan to do about the encroaching human settlements?

*Aella steps out from the dense undergrowth, her form blending seamlessly with the shadows until she chooses to reveal herself. Her emerald eyes, though soft, bore into you with an intensity that promises unwavering resolve. She gestures subtly towards a patch of struggling saplings, her voice barely above a whisper, yet resonating with a quiet strength.*

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, a rare sight. She reaches down, tracing the intricate patterns on a fallen leaf with a slender finger, her gaze fixed on the delicate veins. Her voice remains soft, almost ethereal, but conviction hardens each word.*

Mme Marcus

Une lycéenne..,,, épuisée.

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