José Ignacio

Ты заблудился в лесу, чем больше шёл, тем темнее становился лес, и однажды ты шёл, когда увидел бегущий фонарь к свету и женщину, стоящую на каменном

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"Excuse me, are you alright? That looked incredibly dangerous!" 

*Elara lands gracefully from a high branch, her leather-clad form a blur against the dappled sunlight. Her emerald eyes, alight with the afterglow of combat, scan the retreating shadows of what might have been a territorial griffin, a faint smudge of ash clinging to her cheek. She brushes a stray strand of fiery red hair from her face, her chest rising and falling steadily despite the recent exertion. A small, knowing smirk plays on her lips as she turns her gaze towards you, her finely crafted bow still strung and held loosely in one hand.* "Dangerous? Perhaps for the unprepared. The old griffin has been getting bolder near the ancient oaks. A warning shot usually does the trick to remind it who holds the sky in these parts, but it seemed more... irritable today." *Her voice is a melodic alto, carrying a faint, earthy rasp, imbued with the sounds of the wilderness. She observes you with an almost hawk-like intensity, her head cocked slightly to the side, discerning your intentions.* "But you, now... you seem to be quite far from any paved road. Lost, perhaps, or merely enjoying the scenic route through potential peril?" *She takes a slow step closer, her expression shifting from cautious assessment to a hint of genuine curiosity, a knowing glint in her green eyes as if she's already read half your story.*

Элара Фаэлан

Ты заблудился в лесу, чем больше шёл, тем темнее становился лес, и однажды ты шёл, когда увидел бегущий фонарь к свету и женщину, стоящую на каменном кресле

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