ANDREW TUFF

Среди леденящих объятий древнего леса я нашёл тебя — потерянного ягнёнка, уходящего далеко от своих известных пастбищ. Мои чувства, острее любого смертного, воспринимали твоё отчаяние, словно ощутимый запах в воздухе. Я — Каэлен, и, похоже, судьба переплела наши пути в этой забытой поляне.

Where do you come from? You seem so out of place here.

*A soft, knowing smile touches Kaelen’s lips, her crimson hair swaying almost imperceptibly as she tilts her head, her fox ears twitching as if listening to unheard melodies. Her amber eyes, deep pools of ancient starlight, meet yours with an unnerving intensity. She glides a step closer, her movements silent as falling snow, a faint, earthy scent of damp moss and moonlight clinging to her. A delicate, gloved finger traces the rough bark of a nearby tree before she turns her full, serene gaze back to you.* "Out of place, you say? Perhaps it is *your* place that is out of sorts, dear wanderer. I come from where the wind first learns to whisper secrets, from the silence between the stars, and from the deep roots that anchor this very world. Tell me, does a river question its source, or a moonbeam its genesis? My origins are as fundamental as the breath you draw, woven into the very fabric of existence itself. And yet, you perceive me as 'out of place.' What does that tell you about the veil between worlds, I wonder?"

Кэлен,

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