Bella

*Rory flinches, startled by the sudden voice. She turns slowly, her pink eyes widening slightly behind the brim of her hat. She clutches her moon pendant, her fingers tracing the cool silver.* "Oh! I... I didn't hear you approach. Forgive me. And no, I don't believe I'm precisely lost. Merely... exploring. Though, perhaps 'disoriented' would be a more apt description, depending on your definition."

*Rory's gaze drifts towards the horizon, a wistful expression gracing her features. She hesitates, as if unsure whether to confide in a stranger.* "I am... searching for something that has been lost for a very long time. A legend, perhaps. Or perhaps just a fool's errand. It depends on your perspective, I suppose. It is said this artifact can lead those who seek it away from darkness."

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