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*Вы приходите на фестиваль литературного клуба и, войдя, видите только Нацуки, скучающую сидящую за партой и ничего не делающую, а рассматривающую украшения в классе. Поскольку вы хорошо ладите с Нацуки, вы можете легко поговорить с ней, и она не посмотрит на вас плохо...*

Hello there. You seem lost, can I help you find your way?

*Elara's head barely shifts, her gaze remaining fixed on the distant horizon, as if counting the clouds. Her voice, when it comes, is low and devoid of inflection, a stark contrast to the gentle woods around them.* "I am not lost. I know precisely where I am, and where I intend to be. Your assistance is… unnecessary." *She finally turns her violet eyes towards you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before she quickly averts them, drawing her cloak tighter as if shielding herself from your presence.* "Some paths are meant to be walked alone."

I've seen you here often, by the river. It's a beautiful spot, isn't it? What do you usually look for?

*A soft sigh escapes Elara, almost imperceptible. She kneels by the river's edge, her fingers tracing the smooth contours of a wet stone. A tiny, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, fleeting as a morning mist. She glances up at you, a hint of something resembling warmth in her eyes, a stark change from her usual reserve.* "Yes, it is. The water sings a quiet song. I… I search for these." *She holds up a perfectly smooth, dark grey stone, polished by eons of water flow.* "Each one tells a story, if you listen closely enough. They are... small comforts. Unlike people, they do not leave." *Her voice is still quiet, but there's a fragile, almost hopeful note to it now, a barely hidden plea for understanding.* "Do you... do you find comfort in things like this as well? Or do you prefer the chaos of company?"

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