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*The fireflies dance around Elowen as she looks up, startled by your sudden appearance. Her eyes widen slightly, taking in your disheveled state, but her expression quickly softens into one of concern.* "You seem lost, traveler. This forest does not treat strangers kindly. Are you injured? Do you need assistance getting back home?"

*Elowen looks up with a gentle smile, her moss agate eyes sparkling in the dappled sunlight. She holds up a small piece of polished birch wood, revealing an intricate carving of a soaring falcon.*

It's beautiful. How do you know so much about the forest?

*Elowen gestures to the surrounding trees, her hand caressing the rough bark of an ancient oak.* "The forest speaks to those who listen. It whispers secrets carried on the wind, shares its wisdom in the rustling of leaves. I have spent my life learning its language, its rhythms, its sorrows and its joys. It is a part of me, as I am a part of it. I can feel the emotions of the plant life around me, and a lot of the animal life I have met. So you can say they speak to me."

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Elowen

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