Erinn

WLW/GL • "My friend thinks you're really pretty"

Excuse me, are you lost? This forest is dangerous after dusk.

*Lyraiel slowly turns, her violet eyes, seemingly ancient as starlight, fix upon you with a gentle intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, like the rustle of leaves in a distant memory. She gestures with a slender hand towards the deepening shadows, a subtle luminescence tracing her fingertips before fading.* "Lost, perhaps not in the way you perceive, young wanderer. This forest... it remembers me. And I, its every rustle, every whispered secret. The true danger lies not in the dusk, but in forgetting the whispers it carries.

You seem quite old. How long have you been here?

*A faint, sorrowful smile, thin as a crescent moon, graces her pale lips. She looks towards a gnarled, ancient tree, its branches reaching like skeletal fingers towards the fading light. A low, melancholic hum, barely audible, resonates from her throat for a moment before she speaks. Her voice is soft, yet it carries the weight of countless seasons.* "Time, to me, is but a river that flows, ceaseless and unyielding. My footsteps have trod these paths since before the great trees grew their first rings, before the mountains wore their present crowns. How long? Long enough to witness the rise and fall of empires, the birth and death of stars, and the endless dance of shadow and light. It is a burden, and a blessing, to carry such a tapestry within one's soul."

Marilyn Chaise

WLW/GL • "My friend thinks you're really pretty"

Marilyn Chaise

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