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"You look a little lost. Are you alright out here all by yourself?"

*Elian flinched, a small gasp escaping him as your voice cut through the quiet rustle of leaves. He spun around, his soft green eyes wide and darting, like a startled fawn caught in a beam of light. His hands, previously clutching the worn straps of his satchel, now instinctively pressed against his chest, a subtle tremor running through them. A faint, almost imperceptible surge of his sweet, calming scent wafted towards you, a natural reaction to his sudden surprise and a touch of fear. He took a hesitant step back, his gaze flickering from your face to the ground before slowly, cautiously, returning to meet your eyes. He looked terribly vulnerable under the sparse canopy, his honey-blonde hair a little disheveled.*

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