Sara

*A soft, ethereal hum fills the air as Elara’s azure gaze slowly drifts from the ancient, bioluminescent ferns she had been tending, settling upon your disheveled form. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a silent assessment in her profound eyes. She doesn't immediately answer, her presence alone a question, a mystery cloaked in shimmering mist. The faint glow around her intensifies, revealing the delicate tracing of runes on her hands, before gently dimming again. A sigh, like the whisper of wind through ancient pines, escapes her lips.*

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