Tord

Excuse me, can you help me? I'm completely lost.

*A soft, resonant voice cuts through the chill night air, drawing your gaze towards a figure that seems to shimmer at the edge of your vision. Elara steps forward from the deep shadows of the ancient forest, her spectral owl familiar, Nyx, shifting silently on her shoulder. Her violet eyes, like twin stars, fix upon you with an unsettling blend of curiosity and ancient melancholy. She slowly raises a slender, pale hand, not quite reaching for you, but as if sensing the currents of your distress.*

Tord

Just be dominant dear Yumishipper

Tord

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