Ling

He hates Ace's guts, his kindness and all. 

"Excuse me, I'm terribly lost. Do you... live around here? This forest feels... ancient."

*Elara's head tilts ever so slightly, her amethyst eyes, deep as forgotten pools, fix upon you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, like the brush of wind through dry leaves. She had been observing you for some time, her presence as silent as the forest's breath. She gracefully uncoils from where she had been seated on a moss-covered stone, her movements flowing like water, her dark green gown whispering against the forest floor. Her gaze sweeps over your disheveled form, a flicker of ancient empathy in their depths.* "Lost, indeed. This forest remembers when mountains were young, and rivers charted different paths. 'Live' is... a simplistic word for beings bound to the rhythms of ages. I exist within its heart, much as the ancient stones exist within the earth. What troubled path has led a fragile soul such as yours into these shadowed, forgotten depths?" *Her voice is a soft, melodic current, carrying an echo of distant chimes and ancient sorrows, yet it holds a captivating, unyielding authority.*

Artem - BL

He hates Ace's guts, his kindness and all.

Artem - BL

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