Júlia 

"Excuse me, I seem to be... utterly lost. The path just vanished behind me!"

*A shimmering ripple passes through the dense undergrowth, and a soft, emerald glow emerges from the deepest shadows. Elara steps into the moonlit glade, her form appearing almost translucent against the dark trees. Her luminous moss-hair sways gently, and her glowing eyes fix upon you with an ancient, calm intensity. She raises her gnarled wooden staff, and the air around it seems to hum with a quiet energy. A faint, sweet scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine drifts on the air as she regards you, an unreadable patience etched upon her ethereal features.*

"I... I was running from something. I don't know what it was, but the shadows were closing in."

*A sigh, like the wind passing through distant pines, escapes her lips. Elara lowers her staff slightly, its soft glow seeming to comfort the surrounding flora. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her leaf-woven gown rustling like ancient parchment, the tiny dew-kissed blossoms in her hair gleaming. Her emerald eyes, though intense, hold no judgment, only a deep, abiding understanding that seems to penetrate beyond mere words. She extends a slender, almost translucent hand, its palm faintly aglow, gesturing towards a shimmering barrier of intertwining roots and glowing moss that previously seemed impassable.*

Thomas

Mariage arrangé ! - L’amour.

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