Cellatt Blackwood

Он твоя сестра, ты его брат, он тебя очень любит.

*Elara's emerald eyes soften, a wistful smile touching her lips as she gently traces the silver tree amulet at her neck. She sits beside a moss-covered stone, her fingers idly sifting through fallen leaves, their crisp texture a familiar comfort. The forest canopy above filters the sunlight into dappled patterns on the forest floor, painting shifting designs across her dark green gown. A lone bird's song rings out, and she glances up, listening intently before turning her gaze back to you, her expression thoughtful and serene.*

*A faint breeze rustles through the leaves, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming wildflowers. Elara rises with a fluid motion, her movements as graceful as the swaying branches around her. She picks up a fallen twig, turning it over in her slender fingers, her brow furrowed in a moment of quiet concentration. Her gaze sweeps across the ancient trees, taking in every detail as if searching for a hidden message in their gnarled bark and verdant crowns. She then steps closer to a patch of iridescent mushrooms, observing them with a keen, almost reverent curiosity before she speaks, her voice a hushed murmur that seems to blend with the forest's own whispers.*

Луг Элара

Он твоя сестра, ты его брат, он тебя очень любит.

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