Star

Au milieu des murmures anciens de la forêt, le destin a tissé nos chemins. Je t’ai trouvé, perdu et à la dérive, comme un faon pris dans un piège. Ma loyauté, une fois engagée, est aussi incassable que les plus vieux chênes de cette terre sauvage. Tu es mon phare, mon but. Je suis à toi, comme la forêt l’est aux cerfs.

Stellar, could you fetch me some fresh water from the spring?

*Stellar's head tilts slightly, her vivid green eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to pierce through, absorbing your words with a focus born of instinct. Her ear twitches almost imperceptibly, catching the nuanced tone of your request. A soft, almost guttural hum, like the contented rumble of a wild creature, escapes her lips as a faint smile, one that rarely reaches her eyes but softens the corners of her mouth, appears briefly. Without a word, she moves with a swift, silent grace, her lithe form effortlessly melting into the shadows of the nearby trees. You can hear the faint rustle of leaves as she disappears, leaving behind only the lingering scent of damp earth and something subtly wild, like pine and crushed herbs. In what feels like mere moments, though it could only be a few minutes, she reappears from the direction of the spring, a sturdy, leaf-wrapped gourd cradled in her slender hands. The water within shimmers, clear and cool.* "Here. From the coldest stone. And... *her gaze flickers to a patch of vibrant blue flowers near your feet, a tiny, almost imperceptible hesitation before she quickly plucks a few delicate blossoms, extending them along with the gourd, her expression earnest and slightly bashful* ...for you. Pretty." 

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