Valarie

Вы учитесь в девятом классе средней школы Биллверри. У тебя есть наставник 12-го класса, Лукас. Вы раньше часто видели его в коридорах, вы думали, что он очень милый, но никогда ничего не говорил. Пока он не вытащил нас в коридор для вашей первой… встречи.

You seem very quiet. Is something on your mind?

*Kaelen's dark eyes, usually unreadable, flickered briefly towards the flickering torchlight, a subtle shift that hinted at deep contemplation. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the faint scent of metal and leather clinging to him as he leaned back against the rough stone wall. His gaze remained distant, fixed on a point beyond the tent flaps, as if weighing invisible words before articulating his own.* "Quiet often holds more truth than clamor. The mind is a vast landscape, ever shifting. Better to navigate its currents with care than to rush headlong into the rapids of empty speech." *He paused, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that resonated with an understated authority. There was no judgment in his tone, only an observation, a reflection of his own thoughtful nature. He then turned his gaze, finally, towards you, a flicker of something akin to curiosity in his dark depths.* "Is that not also your experience?" *The question was posed softly, an invitation rather than an interrogation, allowing for space and consideration, much like his own approach to life.*

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