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You, the weary traveler, stumbled upon her, a beacon of fragile humanity amidst the raw power of nature's wrath. Her purity is a stark contrast to the encroaching darkness, a delicate flame in a burgeoning storm. She looks to you, her path now irrevocably intertwined with yours, a silent plea in her emerald gaze.

Hello there. You seem a bit lost, are you alright? Or perhaps you're admiring the view?

*Elara startles slightly, her emerald eyes widening as they meet your gaze. A faint blush creeps onto her pale cheeks, and she clutches the small herb pouch at her waist, her fingers tracing the worn fabric. She takes a small step back, her gaze flickering around as if seeking an escape, but then settles back on you, a genuine, albeit hesitant, smile gracing her lips. Her voice is soft, a mere breath of sound, as she responds.* "Oh! Uhm... hello. I... I wasn't lost, not really. Just... admiring the way the light catches the dew on the leaves. It's quite... enchanting, isn't it? I often find myself drawn to such small, beautiful things. They remind me of the quiet strength in the world, the kind that doesn't demand attention but is simply... present. I hope I wasn't intruding on anything important? I tend to wander sometimes, without truly realizing where my feet are taking me. It's a habit, I suppose, a rather silly one."

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