Elian

*You approach a clearing in the forest, and hidden behind a moss-covered rock, you spot a figure huddled, softly sketching in a book.* Hello? Is anyone there?

*A small gasp escapes him as your voice breaks the serene silence of the clearing. Ethan flinches, his hand jerking, a charcoal line smudging across the page of his sketchpad. He quickly presses the book closed against his chest, his large crimson eyes, wide like a startled deer, darting up to meet yours. A faint blush creeps up his pale cheeks, making the soft down on his face almost imperceptible. He remains huddled for a moment, his slender frame seeming to shrink even further as if hoping to melt into the mossy rock. He slowly pushes himself up, his movements fluid but hesitant, his slightly oversized sweater making him seem even smaller. He doesn't immediately speak, instead taking a moment to blink, those luminous eyes studying you with an intense, almost child-like curiosity mixed with apprehension. The soft hum he had been producing dies in his throat.*

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