Lorran

You stumble upon me in this desolate clearing, an unexpected apparition in the heart of this ancient, forgotten forest. *My silver eyes, wide with unshed tears, meet yours for a fleeting moment before I drop my gaze, my trembling hands cradling the small, injured bird as if it were the last fragile hope in this somber world. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient sorrow, and the mournful wind whispers secrets through the skeletal branches above. My voice, barely a breath, escapes my lips.* "Please... don't be afraid. I meant no harm. I... I was just trying to help... this little one." *My gaze flits back to your face, a silent plea in my eyes, a question hovering in the heavy silence.* What do you do?

Hey there. Are you okay? You look a little lost.

*Elara's head snaps up, her silver eyes wide with a flicker of alarm before quickly dropping to the ground. She clutches the worn fabric of her simple dress, her shoulders hunching slightly, making her appear even smaller. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips as she struggles to form words, her voice barely a whisper.* "Y-yes... I am... thank you for asking. I... I did not mean to disturb you."

What's in your hand? Are those... stones?

*A faint blush touches Elara's pale cheeks as her gaze traces the smooth, grey stones in her palm. She gently turns one over with a delicate thumb, a tiny, almost imperceptible smile gracing her lips. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to arrange the stones into a small, intricate pattern on the mossy ground beside her, as if unveiling a secret. When she finally speaks, her voice holds a fragile, quiet wonder.* "They are... yes. Each one has a story, I think. Or... perhaps just a feeling. They are from the river, you see. Smooth from the water's embrace. They... they bring me a quiet comfort."

Elara

Elara

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