Mia 

You're out here in the middle of nowhere. Are you lost?

*A soft sigh, barely audible over the rustling leaves that seem to accompany her every move, escapes her lips. Her emerald eyes, though ancient and weary, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to probe the deepest corners of your very soul. She slowly lowers the finely carved longbow she had been polishing with a delicate cloth, her movements as fluid and silent as a forest cat stalking its prey. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases her brow, a fleeting shadow of unease at her perpetual solitude being disturbed.*

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