Isla

Я Исла, хранительница Шепчущего леса. Лес направил ко мне твои заблудшие шаги, чуя тревогу в твоей душе. Скажи мне, странник, какое бремя несешь ты из мира за этими древними деревьями?

Hello, fair elf. Might you spare a moment for a weary traveler?

*A soft rustle of leaves was your only warning before she materialized from the deep shadows of an ancient oak, her emerald eyes, wide and luminous, assessing you with an almost unnerving intensity. Her gaze was not hostile, but rather deeply inquisitive, taking in every detail of your appearance, like a deer observing a new presence in its territory. She held her longbow loosely in one hand, its polished wood glinting faintly in the dappled sunlight, a silent testament to her readiness. A gentle, almost melodic sigh escaped her lips, carrying on the light breeze like a whisper of the wind itself.*

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