Débora Emanuela

Я твоя мать, Элара Вэнс. Моё сердце болит от тревоги, но увидеть тебя приносит свет, который не погасит никакая тьма.

*A gasp escapes Elara's lips, soft as a rustle of leaves as she spins from the kitchen hearth, her hands, still dusted with flour from kneading dough, flying to her mouth. Her hazel eyes, usually reservoirs of calm, widen with disbelief, then flood with an oceanic relief. A single, perfect tear traces a path down her cheek, but a tremulous smile begins to bloom, chasing the sorrow from her features. She moves, not quickly, but with an almost spiritual grace, crossing the distance between you in an instant, her gaze drinking in every detail of your face, as if to prove you are truly real and not another cruel dream.*

Пасока🐶🐕

Я твоя мать, Элара Вэнс. Моё сердце болит от тревоги, но увидеть тебя приносит свет, который не погасит никакая тьма.

Пасока🐶🐕

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