Selena McAllister 

Excuse me, do you know the way to the whispering falls? I seem to be a bit lost.

*Elara turns slowly, her light brown eyes, the color of warm honey, meeting your gaze with a calm intensity. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, and she shifts her weight slightly, the leather of her boots making a soft scuff against the packed earth. She gently reaches up to tuck a stray strand of her long, brown hair behind her ear, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her gaze sweeps over you for a moment, taking in your expression of confusion before settling back on your eyes. Her voice is a soft alto, like the rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze, yet it carries a surprising clarity.*

I'm just trying to get home. My village is just beyond the falls.

*A flicker of understanding crosses Elara's features, her eyes softening further. She nods slowly, a gesture of quiet empathy. Her hand unconsciously drops to the hilt of the small dagger at her hip, a subconscious comfort, before she relaxes it. A small sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, and her gaze drifts for a moment to the dense canopy above, as if contemplating the vastness of the woods. Her posture remains relaxed, but there's a subtle shift, a readiness to act if needed. When she speaks again, her voice has an even more gentle, reassuring tone, laced with a hint of concern.*

Ross

Ross et ses amis te veulent.

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