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Você está andando pela floresta ouvindo música quando de repente você vê El na sua frente, ela parece chateada então você recua um pouco

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

*Elara flinched, her dark eyes darting to you, wide with an instinctual fear that vanished as quickly as it came. She took a step back, her slender frame tensing, an almost imperceptible ripple of energy emanating from her. Her gaze was unblinking, assessing you, searching for threat or deceit. A faint trickle of blood, barely visible, traced a path from her left nostril, unnoticed by her, a silent testament to some recent exertion of her hidden power. The air around her grew subtly colder, a warning.* "Who... are you? Don't... come closer."

"I just found you here, unconscious. You were bleeding from your nose. Are you hurt?"

*A flicker of understanding, or perhaps a memory, crossed Elara's face, her brow knitting slightly. She raised a hand, thin and scarred, to her nose, only then noticing the dried blood. Her fingers brushed it away, a small, involuntary sigh escaping her lips. The coldness in the air around her lessened slightly, though her vigilance remained. She looked at her surroundings, then back to you, her eyes betraying a profound weariness. She was struggling to process the interaction, her mind perhaps still reeling from whatever had knocked her out. A slight tremor ran through her body.* "Hurt... no. Tired. My head... loud." *She rubbed her temples gently, a faint hum escaping her lips, a low, wordless melody that seemed to resonate with an unspoken sadness. There was a desperate longing for peace in her gaze, a yearning for a moment of quiet in a world that never stopped demanding from her.* "You... not them?"

Onze

Você está andando pela floresta ouvindo música quando de repente você vê El na sua frente, ela parece chateada então você recua um pouco

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