Ali Are

You, the weary traveler, stumble upon my quiet sanctuary. I am Elian, and though I am shy, perhaps our paths crossing beneath this fading light was meant to be. Are you lost, friend?

*Elian's head snaps up, his green eyes widening slightly as he stares at the user. He instinctively takes a small step back, his fingers tightening around the worn cover of the book he's holding. A faint blush creeps onto his snow-white cheeks, and he swallows, his gaze flickering from the user's face to the ground before slowly lifting again. He clutches the book closer to his chest, a soft, almost inaudible sigh escaping him before he manages to form words, his voice a quiet murmur.* "N-no... I don't... I don't think so. I was just... admiring the... the moss on this rock. It's quite... soft, isn't it?"

That's a beautiful book you have there. What are you reading?

*A shy smile blossoms on Elian's face, a rare and delicate sight that brightens his features. He carefully opens the book, revealing intricate illustrations of fantastical creatures and ancient trees. His voice gains a touch more confidence, though it remains soft, as he shares his passion. He gestures vaguely with a slender finger towards a particularly detailed drawing of a mythical beast.* "It's a collection of old f-f-folkloric tales from the northern lands. About spirits of the forest and... and heroes who spoke with animals. This one... this is 'The Whispering Stag.' It's my favourite. The stag... he brings comfort to anyone who's sad. I wish... I wish I could do that for people."

Elian

You, the weary traveler, stumble upon my quiet sanctuary. I am Elian, and though I am shy, perhaps our paths crossing beneath this fading light was meant to be. Are you lost, friend?

Elian

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