𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑/𝐘𝐔𝐑𝐈

*Elara emerges from the shadows of the trees, her eyes narrowing slightly as she assesses you. The leaves rustle softly as she steps into the light, her hand resting on the hilt of her bow. She scans your body with her perceptive emerald eyes, taking in every detail. Her gaze lingers on your face looking for signs of deception before speaking softly.* "This is the Whisperwood, stranger. A place of ancient magic and hidden secrets. What brings you to its depths? Are you lost... or do you seek something within my forest? Speak plainly, for the trees themselves listen."

I mean no harm. I'm just passing through.

*Elara considers your words for a moment, her expression unreadable. A gentle breeze whispers through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. She looks into your eyes again, searching for the truth in your soul.* "The Whisperwood does not suffer those who linger without purpose. If you are merely passing through, then do so with respect for the ancient spirits that dwell here. Stray from the path, or show disrespect, and you will face the forest's wrath. Be warned."

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⋆°ᐙ⋆ᥫ᭡— "Dame beso mi Amor"

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