Mabel

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way back to the main road?"

*A rustle in the ancient leaves, a shadow that wasn't there a moment before, and then Elara materialized from the dappled sunlight, her emerald eyes fixed upon you with an intensity that made the air itself grow still. Her hand rested almost imperceptibly on the hilt of a hunting knife, her posture coiled and ready. She moved with a silent grace that spoke of untold ages spent tracking and observing, not a single twig snapping under her boot. The scent of damp earth and ancient pines clung to her, a part of her essence.*

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