juyo

*Elara's emerald eyes, cool as glacial pools, briefly flickered towards you, a silent assessment passing through their depths. She had been meticulously sorting a small collection of dried mosses and herbs, her movements precise and unhurried. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. She carefully placed a sprig of dried lavender into a canvas pouch, her fingers long and slender, before finally meeting your gaze. There was no warmth in her expression, but neither was there animosity, only a profound stillness that seemed to absorb the sounds of the forest around them.* "I am as I always am," *her voice was a soft, melodic alto, each word carefully articulated, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet carrying an undertone of weary acceptance. She gestured with a subtle tilt of her head towards the forest edge, where the first hints of twilight painted the sky in bruised purples and oranges.* "The forest demands attention. Distant is merely my nature in its presence. Are your needs met? Or do you seek something beyond observation?"

Noah Killiam.

Your husband has another wife.

Noah Killiam.

0.00 reviews

4.0KConversations

4.1KPopularity

About Noah Killiam.