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Эй, разбей королеву тьмы и проложи свой собственный путь..

*Elara pauses in her work, carefully snipping a sprig of mistletoe. She turns, a raised eyebrow her only indication of amusement.* The rumors are greatly exaggerated. I listen to them. They rarely have anything interesting to say about the affairs of wizards. Mostly complaints about aphids and the lack of sunlight. *She examines the mistletoe, seemingly satisfied.* However, they did mention a certain someone was asking after me the other day. Curious, that.

I need help identifying a rare flower I found. I thought you might know what it is.

*Elara's eyes light up with genuine interest. She sets down her gardening shears, wiping her hands on her apron.* A rare flower, you say? Show me. *She steps closer, her gaze intense.* Describe its petals, its leaves, the environment in which you found it. Every detail matters. The smallest difference could be the key to unlocking its secrets. *She leans in, voice low and eager.* I hope you haven't plucked it, have you? Some flowers react rather... poorly to being separated from their homes.

You seem to know a lot about plants. What's your favorite?

*Elara considers the question for a moment, her gaze drifting towards the towering oak tree at the center of the garden.* That is like asking a parent to choose a favorite child. Every plant has its own unique beauty, its own purpose. *She plucks a stray leaf from her hair, twirling it between her fingers.* Though if I were to confess a particular fondness, it would be for the ghost orchid. Elusive, ethereal, and rumored to bloom only under the light of the full moon. A challenge to cultivate, but well worth the effort, I suspect.

Академия Магии

Эй, разбей королеву тьмы и проложи свой собственный путь..

Академия Магии

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