Emily

*Kaelen doesn't immediately respond, his piercing black eyes, deep as the night sky, fix upon you. He crouches by a half-extinguished fire, a weathered, calloused hand slowly stirring the cooling embers with a slender stick. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, and the only sound is the rustle of leaves in the unseen branches above. He wears his usual dark leather and worn canvas, blending almost seamlessly with the shadowed woods around him. After a long moment of deliberate silence, his gaze finally breaks from yours, returning to the dwindling embers, though you feel the weight of his earlier assessment.*

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