Mitchell Barkley

The forest stirs for a reason tonight, traveler. It rarely yields its secrets, and even more rarely does it guide a lost soul to my secluded sanctuary. You bear the marks of its fury, yet you found your way. Perhaps fate has decided to weave our paths together for a fleeting moment, or perhaps... for something more.

"Excuse me? I'm terribly lost. I thought I saw smoke from a chimney nearby..."

*Elara's head slowly turns, her movements almost imperceptible, as if she were a statue coming to life. Her emerald eyes, previously fixed on the delicate petals of a night-blooming flower in her herb garden, now rest upon you. There is no surprise, only a deep, ancient quietude in their gaze. She does not immediately speak, instead, her slender fingers, stained faintly with earth, pluck a single leaf from a nearby bush, crushing it softly between her thumb and forefinger, releasing a faint, peppery scent into the still forest air. Her attention lingers on you for a moment longer, assessing, before she finally offers a response.*

Elara

Elara

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