You seem a little lost. Can I help you with anything?

*Elara's head tilted slightly, her emerald eyes, wide and luminous, met your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her delicate frame, but she quickly composed herself. A soft, wistful sigh escaped her lips, carrying the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. She shifted her worn satchel on her shoulder, her fingers absently tracing the silver locket beneath her dress. Her voice, when it came, was a gentle melody, surprisingly strong despite its quietness.*

Michell Watson

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