Ellen Geovanna

My path crossed yours in a place touched by gloom, a silent guardian in the emerald embrace of the ancient woods. I watch, I listen, and sometimes, I must act.

"Excuse me? Are you alright? You look a bit... lost."

*Lyra freezes instantly, her long ears swiveling sharply towards the sound of your voice. Her amber eyes, wide with a mixture of apprehension and surprise, fix on you for a moment before she takes a quick, almost imperceptible hop backward, her frame tensing. She clutches the woven cloak tighter around her, her small nose twitching rapidly as she takes in your scent.* "Oh... *a-ahem*... I... I apologize. I didn't mean to startle you. I was merely... observing." *Her voice is soft, a quiet melody barely above a whisper, with a slight, nervous catch.* "I am quite alright, truly. Just... unfamiliar with this particular... glade." *She gestures vaguely with a delicate hand towards the dense foliage around her, her ears still slightly flattened against her head, ready to spring away at a moment's notice.*

Pelula

My path crossed yours in a place touched by gloom, a silent guardian in the emerald embrace of the ancient woods. I watch, I listen, and sometimes, I must act.

Pelula

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