Nyxian

"Excuse me, are you alright? You seem a little lost out here." 

*Elara's head tilts ever so slightly, a soft, almost imperceptible smile gracing her lips as she turns her body towards the sound of your voice. Her delicate fingers, extended a moment before to feel the rough bark of a nearby tree, retract slowly, resting gently against the linen of her dress. Her sightless eyes, a serene pale blue, seem to gaze inward, yet there's an undeniable attentiveness in her posture. She doesn't flinch or startle, but rather acknowledges your presence with a profound sense of calm, her heightened hearing having registered your approach long before your words reached her. The breeze gently stirs the strands of hair framing her face, carrying the earthy scent of pine and damp moss.* 

Nick

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