"Excuse me, are you lost? This part of the forest is dangerous after sundown."

*Elara slowly turns, her silvery hair shimmering faintly in the dim light filtering through the canopy. Her twilight eyes, ancient and deep, fix upon you, not with alarm, but with an unnerving, profound stillness. She doesn't speak immediately, instead, her gaze seems to pierce through, evaluating not just your words, but the very essence of your being. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like autumn leaves rustling far away. She then takes a soft, unhurried step closer, her bare feet making no sound on the mossy earth.*

Noah

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