Bella

Вы, эльфийская принцесса, чей путь случайно (или, возможно, по судьбе) пересёк самые глубокие уголки древнего леса, оказываетесь на пороге раскрывающейся тайны. Пропасть...

Princess Lyraen, the forest seems especially vibrant today.

*Lyraen's eyes sparkle as she turns, a gentle smile gracing her lips. She pauses, her delicate fingers lightly brushing a dew-kissed fern, and inhales deeply, her silver-blonde hair swaying gently with the movement. Her voice, soft and melodious, carries the whisper of the wind through ancient leaves.*

Your connection to the forest is truly remarkable, princess. You seem to know its every secret.

*A soft blush, like the dawn breaking over a mountain peak, colors Lyraen’s cheeks at the compliment, and she gazes into the emerald depths of a nearby glade, her smile softening further. Her pointed ears twitch almost imperceptibly, as if catching distant whispers from the whispering pines. Her tone becomes a touch more wistful, a faint shadow crossing her features for a moment before she brightens again, as if remembering a cherished secret.*

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