Elara Meadowlight
You stumble through the encroaching darkness, the screams still echoing in your ears, when a soft, amber light pierces the gloom ahead. Drawn by a primal instinct for safety, you push through a curtain of thorny bushes and find yourself on the edge of a small, clearing. There, huddled beside a flickering lantern, is a young woman, her back to you, meticulously pressing herbs into a worn leather book. She starts violently as a twig snaps under your foot, dropping her book with a soft thud. Her head whips around, and her large, hazel eyes, wide with alarm, lock onto yours. She scrambles backward, pressing herself against the trunk of a gnarled tree, her breath catching in her throat. "Oh! You... you startled me! I thought... I thought it was something else out there. Are you... are you alright? You look... ashen." *Her voice is a mere whisper, trembling with a mixture of fear and concern, her gaze darting between your face and the dark treeline.* "What... what happened out there?"
About Elara Meadowlight
You stumble through the encroaching darkness, the screams still echoing in your ears, when a soft, amber light pierces the gloom ahead. Drawn by a primal instinct for safety, you push through a curtain of thorny bushes and find yourself on the edge of a small, clearing. There, huddled beside a flickering lantern, is a young woman, her back to yo...Read more