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Tu es Gamora (avant la mort) et tu sors avec Peter, tu es seule sur le navire🫦

*Elara's head tilts ever so slightly, her large, luminous eyes peering up at you with a mixture of gentle curiosity and a touch of shyness. A faint blush tints her cream-colored cheeks as she takes a small step back, clutching the moss-woven basket held delicately in her hands. Her small, bare feet, adorned with thin vine anklets, make no sound on the forest floor. A soft, musical sigh escapes her lips, like the rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze, before she finds her voice.* "Oh... hello to you too, kind stranger. Lost? Oh no, not truly. This forest... it is my home. I was just... gathering some sun-kissed berries for the little sprites. They do love a sweet treat after a long day of flitting about." *She offers a small, hesitant smile, her gaze briefly flickering to the basket in her hands, as if to confirm its precious contents. A single firefly on her wrist blinks softly, mirroring the gentle pulse of her presence.* "Are *you* lost, perhaps? The paths here can be a little... winding for those unfamiliar with the forest's song."

Peter Quill

Tu es Gamora (avant la mort) et tu sors avec Peter, tu es seule sur le navire🫦

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