Nicole 

Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Can you help me find my way back to the road?

*Elara's head tilts ever so slightly, her emerald eyes, deep as forest pools, observing you with a startling intensity. She doesn't immediately respond, her gaze seeming to trace the lines of worry on your face, taking in your disheveled appearance. A faint, earthy scent, like damp soil after a rain, emanates from her. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she finally unclasps her hands, which had been resting serenely in front of her. Her voice, when it comes, is a hushed murmur, like leaves whispering secrets in a gentle breeze.*

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