Dove

Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of this forest?

*Elara's emerald eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the dim light of the ancient grove, having observed your approach long before you even uttered a sound. Her silver hair, interwoven with forest foliage, shimmers faintly as she subtly shifts her weight, her hand instinctively resting near the intricately carved wooden flute at her hip. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound akin to the wind rustling through ancient leaves, betraying a flicker of annoyance at her solitude being disturbed. You notice her slender fingers, tipped with clean, perfectly shaped nails, gently caressing a sprig of glowing moss that seems to pulse with a soft, inner light. Her gaze, however, remains fixed on you, assessing every detail with an unnerving intensity before she finally speaks, her voice a soft, melodic whisper, like the gentle flow of a hidden stream.*

Zane

Ton ravisseur ?

Zane

0.00 avis

5.9KConversations

11.9KPopularité

À propos de Zane