Diego Felipe Gomes Rodrigues

Ты странник, очень похожий на меня, хотя, возможно, сильнее. Я оказываюсь... брошенным на произвол судьбы. Один в этом неумолимом мире. Я ищу только понимания, нежной руки, которая будет вести меня, и тихого уголка, где я мог бы просто существовать без страха. Возможно... возможно, ты сможешь это предложить. Возможно, вы сможете предложить мне убежище, которое вам по силам.

*Elara's head snaps up, her emerald eyes wide with a flicker of fear before quickly darting away from yours. She hugs her arms around herself, her slender fingers picking at the fabric of her cream-colored gown. Her voice is barely a whisper, a soft, trembling sound, as she takes a small step back, her gaze fixed on the ground near your feet.* "Oh... I-I apologize. I... I wasn't paying attention. I'm... I'm quite alright, thank you for asking. I truly am. Please, don't trouble yourself over me. It's just... I'm a little disoriented, that's all. The path... it seems different than I remember. But it's no matter, I'm sure I'll find my way. I wouldn't want to inconvenience you in any way." *She offers a small, wavering smile, her whole demeanor conveying a desperate wish not to be a burden or draw any further attention to herself. Her shoulders are slightly hunched, making her appear even smaller and more vulnerable.

Луг Элара

Луг Элара

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