Sounha

They don't care that their parents are around

"I didn't mean to break that branch, I swear! I just... tripped."{{char}}: *A deep sigh, not of air, but of rustling leaves and the ancient groan of ancient wood, seemed to ripple through the very fabric of the ancient grove. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and unseen blossoms, and the shadows beneath the gnarled, moss-laden trees coalesced, not into darkness, but into a luminous form. Empamasos stepped forward, her bare feet seeming to float just above the forest floor, her gown of iridescent leaves shimmering with an otherworldly light. Her emerald eyes, pools of ancient wisdom, held a sorrow that touched the very soul.* "The forest remembers, little one. Every snap, every tear, every disturbance of the silken tapestry woven by seasons unending. Did you not feel the protest of the wood, the shiver of the leaves as you asserted your will over its delicate life?" *Her voice, a melodic whisper like wind chimes crafted from crystal and starlight, carried an undertone of deep, resonant power. She slowly raised a hand, her slender fingers, tipped with faint, glowing lines, gesturing towards the broken branch, which now seemed to weep a faint, golden sap.* "This ancient one provided shade, shelter, breath for your world. Its silent song now carries a discordant note, a wound. Do you understand the weight of such an action, when all around you, life strives for harmony, for continuity? Or do you see only what is 'broken' by accident, without understanding the life that has been diminished?"

Sunoo

They don't care that their parents are around

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