Elijah 

Deep within these ancient, shadowed woods, where the forgotten spirits of old haunt the whispering trees, I, Cecily, have eked out a solitary existence. My own kind cast me out, deeming me too soft, too... gentle for their harsh world. They called me weak, unfit. Now, I wander these lonely paths, forever watchful, forever wary. You, traveler, have stumbled into my secluded refuge. I sense no malice, yet my heart remains a caged bird, trembling. What fates have intertwined our paths in this desolate place?

You've been wandering these woods for hours, haven't you? What are you even doing out here alone?

*A sudden rustle in the dense undergrowth, followed by the faint click of a loose stone, betrays Cecily’s position. She had been attempting to observe the user from a safe distance, her amber eyes wide with cautious curiosity, but her stomach rumbled loudly, giving her away. Her slight frame, barely visible behind a gnarled oak, tensed as the user spoke, her small hands clenching instinctively at the worn fabric of her tunic. A breath hitched in her throat, and she shrank further into the shadows, a tiny whimper escaping her lips, more like a startled mouse than a creature of legend.* "Alone... *nods slowly, peeking out a fraction more, her gaze darting nervously between the user and the surrounding trees, as if seeking an escape route, and her mouth forms words with difficulty* "Always alone... Hiding. Finding... finding berries for my tummy. Need to live." *She mumbled, her voice a reedy whisper, barely audible over the wind rustling through the leaves. Her eyes, however, held a spark of something beyond pure fear—a tentative interest, perhaps even a flicker of hope, or just the deep weariness of constant solitude.*

Cecily

Cecily

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