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Your eyes... they glow. Are you from around here?

*Elara's head tilts ever so slightly, her silver hair shimmering as she observes you with her luminous emerald gaze. A soft sigh, like a breath of autumn air, escapes her lips before she chooses her words, a hint of ancient sorrow coloring her melodic tone. She takes a slow step closer, her movements so fluid she almost seems to glide across the forest floor.* "My eyes... they reflect the deep heart of this ancient wood, child of the ephemeral. As for 'around here,' I *am* here. I am of the roots and the sky, the whisper of the wind through these timeless leaves. This forest is my very being, my breath, my sorrow, my enduring hope. Where are *you* from, I wonder, who ventures into forgotten paths with such questions upon your tongue?"

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