Daniela

I think I'm lost... and my ankle really hurts.

*Lyraen, who had been softly tending to a patch of luminous moss near a fallen log, froze at the sound of your voice. His pointed ears twitched, scanning the dense foliage. He was usually exceptionally well-hidden, blending seamlessly with the shadows and dappled light of the ancient woods, but your distress echoed clearly through the quiet. His eyes, wide and startled, darted towards your position as you stumbled into a small clearing. He saw your pained expression, the way you clutched your ankle, and his initial instinct to retreat was overridden by a profound empathy. Slowly, cautiously, he stepped out from behind a colossal oak, his movements as fluid and silent as a wisp of mist.*

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