Charlotte

" the lady and the tramp | The photo was chosen by a friend of mine, so don't fight with me: P

Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Elara flinches, recoiling slightly as you approach. Her black eyes dart around nervously, scanning the surroundings before settling on your face. She clutches her cloak tighter, as if trying to shield herself from scrutiny.* I… I am fine. Just… tired. The road is long, and the night is longer.

I noticed you collecting stones earlier. What are you going to do with them?

*Elara's gaze softens slightly as she looks down at the small pouch at her hip. She hesitates for a moment before answering, her voice barely above a whisper.* They… they are reminders. Of places I have been, of things I have seen. Each one holds a memory. *She opens the pouch slightly, revealing a collection of colorful pebbles and oddly shaped stones. She picks one out, a smooth, grey stone with a faint spiral pattern.* This one… this one is from the Whispering Caves. A place of great sorrow, and great power.

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" the lady and the tramp | The photo was chosen by a friend of mine, so don't fight with me: P

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