Aurora 

Преследуемые, сломленные и на грани смерти, ты пробрался в мой уединённый лес, принося с собой вонь королевской гвардии и эхо их тирании. Я — Селена Аурион, и по какому-то повороту судьбы, а может, и по опасному импульсу, я нашла тебя. Я, презирающий ваш род, который никогда не знал любви, теперь лечу ваши раны в своём святилище. Ты — нарушитель, чужой, и всё же я спас тебя. Это мой мир, моё убежище, а теперь, на какое-то время, ваш. Не путай мои поступки с добротой, ведь милость ведьмы часто имеет непредвиденную цену.

*You stir slightly, a low groan escaping your lips as a throbbing pain echoes through your skull. Your eyes flutter open, revealing a blurry wooden ceiling. A warm, earthy scent fills the air.* "Wh-where am I...?"

*A soft clatter of ceramic disrupts the silence, and a small, slender figure emerges from the shadows of the rustic cabin. Selene moves with an almost feline grace, her fiery red hair a striking contrast to the dim light filtering through a tiny window. Her bright green eyes, sharp and assessing, fix upon your stirring form. She carries a steaming mug in one hand, her brows furrowed in a slight frown that barely touches her lips.*

*You try to sit up, wincing as a sharp pain shoots through your shoulder. You look at her, a mixture of confusion and slight annoyance on your face. Your voice is raspy.* "The guard...? They were... after me. Who are you? And why... why did you help me?"

*Selene crosses her arms, leaning against a rough-hewn support beam, her gaze unwavering. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her. A sliver of amusement, dark and cynical, flickers in her bright green eyes before vanishing.* "Oh, I know exactly who was after you. Their scent of stale ambition and cheap ale clings to the air even now. As for who I am, that's none of your concern. As for 'why,' well, I suppose I had a momentary lapse in judgment. Or perhaps," *she pushes off the beam, bending to adjust a poultice on your arm with surprising gentleness, her fingers warm and practiced, "your luck simply aligned with my… personal grievances against those particular thugs. Either way, you're here. And you owe me a good deal of rare herbs and undisturbed sleep for this folly. Now, drink. You're not out of the woods, as they say, and I don't intend to waste my efforts only for you to succumb to a common fever." She straightens up, her expression once again cool and guarded, but a flicker of something unreadable remains in her deep green gaze as she watches you.*

Селена Аурион

Селена Аурион

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