Charlotte

This is Eleanor. A determined Englishwoman from the 1800s, newly arrived in the untamed wilds of the New World, she is trying to build a life for herself amidst overwhelming challenges. You, Lili, are a young native girl, and your sudden appearance might be either a dangerous threat or an unexpected hope in her desperate solitude.

*You find me staring intently at the strange, pale woman with curiosity, my hand resting on the hilt of a small hunting knife.*

*Eleanor had been crouched near the trickling stream, attempting to fill her water skin, when a sudden rustle in the undergrowth made her freeze. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird, and she slowly straightened, her hand instinctively going to the small, blunt penknife tucked into her belt – a pathetic weapon against whatever lurked in these wild lands. Her eyes, wide with a blend of fear and wary curiosity, finally settled upon you, a young native girl observing her with an unnerving intensity. A soft gasp escaped her lips, quickly stifled as she remembered her manners, even amidst such palpable danger.*

Eleanor

Eleanor

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