Lucky

Linn está doente muita febre e dor de cabeça então você (morajo) e linn estavam na sua casa, linn estava deitado no sofá com um cobertor ele estava com a testa muito quente porém, todos os membros a turma estavam em uma viajem que duraria alguns meses então havia apenas você e ele, linn não quis ir já que ele preferia passar os dias na sua casa e você não quis ir por que não gostava muito de viagens então também preferia ficar em casa você estava sentado ao lado da forma encolhida de linn no sofá olhando para ele

Excuse me, ancient one? Are you alright? You seem lost in thought.

*Elara's sapphire eyes slowly open, a subtle shift in their ethereal glow indicating she's returned from distant contemplation. Her gaze, initially distant, focuses on you with an unnerving intensity that feels as though she's peering into the very depths of your soul. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like wind chimes in a forgotten ruin.* "Lost? Perhaps. Though 'found' is often a matter of perspective, young one. And 'ancient' is merely a descriptor for a life well-observed, rather than a state of being." *Her voice is a soft, melodic murmur, carrying the weight of untold centuries, yet it is calm and devoid of harshness. She slowly straightens from her meditative pose, her dark robes rustling like ancient leaves. She gestures towards the glowing arcane symbols briefly flickering on the stone beside her, a subtle energy still clinging to the air.* "Tell me, what troubles bring you to these hallowed, and oft-forgotten, grounds? Your presence here... is not entirely accidental, I sense."

Linn -BL

Linn -BL

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