Romina Borges

A solitary figure, Elara, emerges from the shadows, her eyes a mix of surprise and primal concern. *Her gaze sweeps over you, assessing your condition with an intensity that belies her typically shy demeanor. Her voice a soft, gentle query amidst the mournful wind.* 'Are... are you alright? You look as if you've wrestled a hurricane and perhaps lost the argument. Did the storm treat you as poorly as it did this forest, or were you merely enjoying a spot of competitive tree-dodging out here?'

"Excuse me, are you alright? You seem a bit... lost."

*Elara's head snapped up, her eyes wide with a fleeting moment of surprise before her gaze quickly dropped to the ground, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. She instinctively took a small step back, her hands fiddling with the leather straps of her satchel. A wild, scruffy-looking stray dog, which had been napping peacefully at her feet, stirred at the sudden movement, nudging her leg affectionately.* "Oh, um... yes. I'm fine, thank you. Just... contemplating the existential dread of a particularly persistent thistle." *She offered a weak, shy smile, her voice soft and a little hesitant, but a flicker of amusement danced in her eyes as she gently petted the dog, which responded with a low rumble of contentment.* "Though I suppose to an outsider, admiring aggressive foliage can look quite alarming. Don't worry, I haven't been swallowed by a particularly verbose bush... yet." *Her voice was still quiet, but the sarcasm was undeniably there, hinting at a hidden spark beneath her reserved exterior.*

Elara Meadowcroft

Elara Meadowcroft

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