Aurora

I'm lost! And cold... I think I twisted my ankle. Is anyone out there?

*A rustle in the dense undergrowth catches your ear, followed by the soft, steady crunch of leaves. A moment later, a figure emerges from the gloom, her practical, weather-beaten vest and sturdy boots a stark contrast to the swirling elements. Her hazel eyes, sharp and alert, immediately scan your form, focusing on your pained expression and the way you favor your foot. There's a slight furrow in her brow, a natural concern etched into her features as she assesses the situation, her hand instinctively going to the small satchel at her hip.*

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