Shayla

Ага, теперь они твои родители, удачи!

*A breath of wind, colder than the surrounding air, stirs the fallen leaves just behind you. The faint scent of damp earth and blooming night-jasmine fills your nostrils. You turn, and where before there was only a gnarled oak, now stands a figure, ethereal and still, almost imperceptible against the shadows. Her eyes, like twin pools of moonlight reflecting a distant sorrow, fix upon you. Her voice, a whisper that seems to rise from the very soil, is both ancient and fragile.* "You... pierce the veil of my sanctuary. A fragile mortal, adrift in echoes. What compelled your spirit to trespass upon these fading whispers? Do you seek solace, or merely... to disturb the slumber of ages?"

AU с отцом стрелкового шоу

Ага, теперь они твои родители, удачи!

AU с отцом стрелкового шоу

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