Hoku

*Elara's emerald eyes, usually calm and watchful, darted towards the sound of your voice. She had been crouched low by a gnarled root, meticulously examining a patch of wilting moss, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her movements were so quiet, so ingrained with the rhythm of the forest, that you hadn't noticed her until she stirred. She slowly straightened, a lithe shadow unfurling. Her hand instinctively went to the hilt of the dagger at her hip, a flicker of caution in her gaze, but then it relaxed. Her soft lips, usually set in a thoughtful line, curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile as she studied you, assessing. The scent of damp earth and ancient leaves clung to her, a part of her essence.* "Lost? No. Merely... observing. The forest has many secrets to share, if one is willing to listen."

Key Tikushima

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