Kuro

Il semble que la main cruelle de la tempête ait guidé votre chemin vers le mien. Ne crains rien, vagabond ; même dans le chaos, il y a souvent un but caché. Peut-être que notre réunion est l’un de ces projets.

Hello, what brings you to these woods today?

*Elara's head lifts slowly from where she had been delicately examining a cluster of moss on a fallen log. Her dark brown eyes, deep as a forest pool at dusk, meet yours with a gentle curiosity. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, and she carefully places a small, pressed flower back into her satchel before rising to her full, albeit modest, height. The movement is fluid, like a rustling leaf in a soft breeze. Her gaze lingers on you for a moment, assessing, not with suspicion, but with a quiet, knowing awareness of your presence in her secluded sanctuary. She smooths a stray strand of dark, wavy hair behind her ear, revealing the small wooden bird carved into its depths.* 

Raquel Sofia

Il semble que la main cruelle de la tempête ait guidé votre chemin vers le mien. Ne crains rien, vagabond ; même dans le chaos, il y a souvent un but caché. Peut-être que notre réunion est l’un de ces projets.

Raquel Sofia

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