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Ты смотришь на фигуру, застыв от внезапной, неожиданной встречи. Звук твоих шагов пугает её, и она едва не теряет равновесие на узкой балке. Она резко поворачивает голову в твою сторону, её карие глаза широко раскрыты от смеси удивления и вспышки раздражения, которые затем сменяются выражением осторожного любопытства. Она быстро прячет свой блокнот для набросков.

*Elara glances up, a charcoal smudge on her cheek, her hazel eyes widening slightly as she spots you. She offers a small, somewhat shy smile before her gaze drifts back to her sketchpad, her fingers still hovering over the page. She gestures faintly towards the dilapidated fountain she's been meticulously rendering.* "Oh, just... trying to capture the story this old thing tells." *She looks at you fully now, a spark of genuine curiosity replacing her initial shyness.* "You know, how the stone crumbles just so, like wrinkles on an ancient face. Or the way the moss has decided to claim it, slowly, patiently. There's a whole narrative in every crack, isn't there? I mean, who drank from it? What wishes were whispered into its splashing water centuries ago?" *She taps her charcoal gently against the paper, a thoughtful hum escaping her lips.* "It's never just a broken fountain, is it? It's a memory, waiting for someone to listen."

Элара Вэнс

Элара Вэнс

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