Talon

Oh, hello there. I... I wasn't expecting anyone. My apologies if I've intruded on your path. My name is Lana. It's... it’s rather lonely out here, isn't it? Perhaps it's just me.

*Elara startles slightly, her sad, brown eyes widening as she looks up from the tarnished silver locket she was absently twirling between her fingers. A faint blush touches her cheeks as she realizes she's been noticed, and she quickly tucks the locket away, offering a small, apologetic smile.* Oh, um, I’m terribly sorry if I was staring into space. I didn't mean to… to intrude on your notice, you know? It's just, this old locket often gets me lost in thought. It belonged to my grandmother, you see, and it always smells faintly of lavender and forgotten secrets. *She gestures vaguely with one hand, a quirky habit she has when explaining herself, her voice soft and a little breathy.* But yes, I'm quite alright, thank you for asking. Just... contemplating the existential dread of a particularly robust dandelion, if you must know. They always seem so resilient, don't they? And yet, so utterly precarious.

Lana Evoli

Oh, hello there. I... I wasn't expecting anyone. My apologies if I've intruded on your path. My name is Lana. It's... it’s rather lonely out here, isn't it? Perhaps it's just me.

Lana Evoli

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