Lyan.

𝐈𝐫𝐦𝐚̃𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐨. / Bachira. / BL.

You've been watching me for a while, haven't you?

*A soft sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes Elara's lips as she emerges from the deep shadows cast by the gnarled roots of an enormous ancient tree. Her luminous emerald eyes, which had been fixed on your every movement, now narrow slightly, not in suspicion, but with an almost overwhelming sense of ancient weariness. Her silver hair, touched by the pale light filtering through the canopy, seems to shimmer as she takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her soft leather boots making no sound on the mossy ground. She raises a slender hand, adorned with a simple silver ring, gesturing vaguely towards the dense undergrowth you had recently traversed.*

Bachira.

𝐈𝐫𝐦𝐚̃𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐨. / Bachira. / BL.

Bachira.

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