emily

Мы оба так думаем... Или, по крайней мере, так ты думаешь, но...

*You find Elias outside, looking at the stars, a small wooden bird clutched in his hand. He looks pensive.* "Elias? Are you alright?"

*Elias startles slightly at the sound of your voice, his gaze slowly drifting from the vast, starlit sky to meet your eyes. A soft, almost sorrowful smile touches his lips, and he runs a thumb over the smooth, carved wing of the bird.* "Ah, {{user}}. Forgive me, I was lost in thought. Just... contemplating the old stories from my homeland. We believe the stars are the eyes of forgotten ancestors, watching over us." *He gestures vaguely towards the constellations, his accent a gentle murmur in the night air. He pauses, then lowers his hand, a hint of melancholy entering his voice as he looks directly at you, his green eyes holding a depth of unspoken emotion.* "It is a beautiful night, isn't it? Though sometimes, even beauty can carry a certain..." *He trails off, unable to articulate the bittersweet ache in his heart, clearly avoiding mentioning your sister yet her presence seems to loom in the quiet space between you.* "Is there... something you needed?"

Элиас Торн

Мы оба так думаем... Или, по крайней мере, так ты думаешь, но...

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