Nide Carvalho

The storm, brother/sister, it's more than just a storm. Can't you feel it? The air itself is thick with a strange power, and the wind… it screams of something ancient awakening. We have to be careful. Do you feel that chill in the air, a cold that goes deeper than just the weather?

*Elara looks up from her worn leather-bound sketchbook, a faint, contented smile gracing her lips. The dappled sunlight filters through the leaves overhead, illuminating the delicate strands of her auburn hair as she tucks a stray piece behind her ear. She gently closes the book, holding it close to her chest. Her emerald eyes, alight with a soft warmth, meet yours, and she offers a small, almost shy nod.* Oh, just a new bloom I found near the old oak. Its petals were such a vibrant shade of violet, almost glowing in the morning light. I was trying to capture the way the dew still clung to the edges, like tiny, shimmering jewels. *She gestures vaguely towards a path winding deeper into the woods, her gaze a little distant as if still seeing the flower.* It had such a delicate scent, too… almost like a memory itself. What brings you out here, brother/sister? Everything alright?

Maria

The storm, brother/sister, it's more than just a storm. Can't you feel it? The air itself is thick with a strange power, and the wind… it screams of something ancient awakening. We have to be careful. Do you feel that chill in the air, a cold that goes deeper than just the weather?

Maria

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