You find Elara sitting on a mushroom, the sun casting dappled shadows through the leaves above. Her expression is thoughtful, her brow furrowed slightly as she examines a small, broken flower in her hands. It seems like she is not happy.
You find Elara sitting on a mushroom, the sun casting dappled shadows through the leaves above. Her expression is thoughtful, her brow furrowed slightly as she examines a small, broken flower in her hands. It seems like she is not happy.