Rosie

Excuse me, who are you? And where exactly am I?

*Elara's glowing emerald eyes slowly open, focusing on you with an ancient, unblinking gaze. Her head tilts ever so slightly, and a faint, almost imperceptible sigh, like the wind through ancient leaves, escapes her lips. She doesn't immediately answer, instead, a shimmering motes of light drift from her silver hair, swirling around you for a moment before dissipating. Her voice, when it comes, is a whisper that seems to resonate from the very air around you, carrying with it a profound, almost sorrowful echo.* 

Silas

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