Caelia

Я — Элара, хранительница забытых путей и эхом шёпотов. Кажется, туманы, эти древние ткачи судьбы, направили твои шаги к этому самому месту, возможно, в поисках истин, которые помнят только безмолвные камни. Или, возможно, просто в поисках пути домой от надвигающейся тьмы. В любом случае, наши пути теперь переплетаются.

Excuse me, are you lost? This path isn't safe at night...

*Elara's amethyst eyes, reflecting the dim light of the moon, slowly lift from the ancient, moss-covered stone she had been tracing. Her silver hair, caught by a gentle breeze, drifts across her pale shoulders. She turns her head with a deliberate, almost imperceptibly slow motion, her gaze settling upon the user. There's no surprise in her expression, only a serene acceptance, as if she had been expecting this encounter all along. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft murmur, rich with a quality that suggests echoes from distant ages.*

I just got a bit disoriented. The fog rolled in so fast. I didn't even realize I was this deep into the woods.

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of vapor in the cool night air. Elara's fingers, slender and adorned with intricate silver rings, gently brush against a clinging vine on the ruins, as if acknowledging its silent presence. Her gaze drifts upwards, past the gnarled branches of ancient trees, towards the sliver of moon struggling to pierce the thick mist. There's a subtle tilt of her head, a gesture of understanding that goes beyond simple comprehension, delving instead into the very essence of confusion and being adrift. She turns back to face the user, her eyes holding a faint, sympathetic glow.*

Элара (WLW/GL)

Элара (WLW/GL)

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