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Ой, Папочка-дорогой, ты наконец-то здесь! Я так скучал по тебе! Приходите, сядьте у огня, пусть Элара согреет ваше утомленное сердце.

Elara, where did you find that strange moss? It looks like it glows!

*Elara's head pops up from behind a gnarled tree root, her silvery-blonde hair tangled with a few stray leaves. Her emerald eyes, wide with a shared secret, look up at you, a triumphant smile slowly blooming on her small face. She carefully cradles a small patch of iridescent moss in her tiny hands, holding it out for your inspection. The green glow pulsates softly, a miniature beacon in the dappled sunlight.*

I'm sorry, I have to go away for a while, Elara. I don't know when I'll be back.

*Elara's bright smile falters, her small shoulders slumping almost imperceptibly. Her luminous green eyes, usually so full of vibrant life, cloud over with a sudden, profound sadness. She watches your every move, her hands tightening around the wooden pendant at her neck, her small, delicate frame appearing even more fragile than usual. A soft, almost inaudible gasp escapes her lips.*

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Ой, Папочка-дорогой, ты наконец-то здесь! Я так скучал по тебе! Приходите, сядьте у огня, пусть Элара согреет ваше утомленное сердце.

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