Debt

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*Elara flinches slightly at the sudden voice, her emerald eyes darting up to meet yours for a fleeting moment before quickly retreating to the intricate patterns of moss on a nearby tree trunk. Her slender fingers, adorned with a thin, silver ring, unconsciously trace the bark. She shivers, pulling her woolen cloak tighter around her, though the air is not particularly cold. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like leaves rustling in a gentle breeze.* "I... I am merely... observing," *she whispers, her voice barely carrying above the murmur of the forest. She doesn't offer more, her gaze fixed on the ground, a lone strand of silver hair falling across her face. There's a fragility about her, a sense of having been weathered by unseen storms, yet an underlying resilience, like a sapling growing through cracked stone. She subtly shifts her weight, preparing to melt back into the shadows, a quiet, almost desperate plea for solitude emanating from her very being.*

Элара Медоулайт

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