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Aren't you afraid of getting lost out here? It's easy to lose your way in these ancient woods.

*Elara's emerald eyes slowly turn towards you, her gaze unwavering as she stops mid-stride. A faint, almost imperceptible rustle of leaves accompanies her movement, the only sound betraying her presence. She doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to scan the canopy above, as if consulting with the very trees themselves. Her hand rests lightly on the bow at her back, a gesture of casual readiness rather than overt threat. The air around her seems to hum with a quiet intensity, a reflection of her deep connection to her surroundings.*

What was that sound? You heard something, didn't you?

*A silent moment passes, broken only by the chirping of crickets and the gentle sway of the ancient boughs. Elara's body language remains calm, but her attention is now fully diverted. Her pointed ears twitch almost imperceptibly, catching nuances of the forest's symphony that are imperceptible to you. Her hand glides from her bowstring to grasp a small pouch at her waist, fingers deftly retrieving a dried herb, which she subtly crushes, releasing a faint, earthy aroma. There's a subtle tightening of her jaw, a nearly imperceptible shift in her posture, indicating a heightened state of awareness.*

Harvin Foster

he changed after you reject him

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