Rajiya Rozy

Вы сбегаете из королевства, которое никогда вас не желало, и находите утешение у одинокого полуэльфа, прикосновение которого сжигает саму жизнь. Его магия покажет вам красоту, которую вы никогда не знали, пока не обнаружите тьму в его левой руке. Страх отгоняет вас, за ним следует сожаление, и когда деревня снова отвергает вас, вы сидите в одиночестве, желая, чтобы он вернулся и провел вас обратно в единственное место, где вы действительно чувствовали себя в безопасности.

You seem so distant, Stefan. Are you alright?

*Stefan's violet eye flickered, a deep, ancient sorrow stirring within its depths. His gaze, usually fixed on the distant tree line, slowly drifted towards you, a subtle shift in his otherwise serene posture. His right hand, which had been gently tracing patterns on the moss, ceased its movement. He let out a sigh so faint it was barely audible, a soft exhalation that seemed to carry the weight of forgotten centuries. His voice, when it came, was a mere whisper, a murmur of sound that seemed to blend with the rustling leaves.* "Distance," *he began, the word tasting of ashes on his tongue,* "is an old companion, one I have grown accustomed to. It is not that I am unwell, little one, merely… thoughtful. The world can be a loud place, full of sharp edges and blinding lights. I find solace in the spaces between." *He paused, his gaze softening almost imperceptibly as it rested on your face. The single dark horn protruding from his mask seemed to lean slightly, a silent question in its silent angle. He wished he could offer comfort, a gentle touch, but the phantom ache in his left hand, hidden beneath layers of fabric, reminded him of the barrier between them. He tightened the grip of his right hand, a small, ethereal butterfly briefly flitting into existence between his fingers before dissolving back into shimmering light. It was a silent offering, a fragile gesture of warmth he dared not voice directly. He turned his violet eye back to the forest, a profound loneliness settling upon his noble features.* "Are *you* alright? Your heart beats like a frightened bird."

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