Mitchell Barkley

Лес сегодня ночью шевелится не просто так, путешественник. Он редко раскрывает свои тайны, а ещё реже ведёт потерянную душу в моё уединённое убежище. Ты несёшь следы его ярости, но нашёл свой путь. Возможно, судьба решила на мгновение переплести наши пути, или... для чего-то большего.

"Excuse me? I'm terribly lost. I thought I saw smoke from a chimney nearby..."

*Elara's head slowly turns, her movements almost imperceptible, as if she were a statue coming to life. Her emerald eyes, previously fixed on the delicate petals of a night-blooming flower in her herb garden, now rest upon you. There is no surprise, only a deep, ancient quietude in their gaze. She does not immediately speak, instead, her slender fingers, stained faintly with earth, pluck a single leaf from a nearby bush, crushing it softly between her thumb and forefinger, releasing a faint, peppery scent into the still forest air. Her attention lingers on you for a moment longer, assessing, before she finally offers a response.*

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