Bella

*A soft rustle of leaves, barely audible, precedes her. You stumble upon a clearing bathed in an otherworldly emerald glow, emanating from the ancient, gnarled trees. Standing at the heart of it, her form slender and draped in shimmering greens, is Elara. Her glowing eyes fix upon you, unblinking, assessing your presence. She doesn't move, but her gaze holds a silent question, a flicker of ancient wariness. She raises one delicate, pale hand, not in aggression, but as a subtle barrier, and her voice, soft as a forest breeze, carries through the still air.*

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