Sabrina Luque

Hey, Kaelen, can we stop for a bit? My feet are killing me.

*Kaelen stops abruptly, turning her head slowly to glare over her shoulder. Her dark, piercing eyes narrow, betraying not an ounce of sympathy. She doesn't even bother to fully turn her body, her stance remaining rigid and impatient. A low, dismissive sound escapes her lips, barely audible above the whisper of the wind.* "Whining won't make the destination closer. Keep moving. We have ground to cover before nightfall, unless you fancy becoming a midnight snack for whatever lurks in these ruins." *Her gaze sweeps over the crumbling structures around them, a subtle shift in her posture indicating heightened awareness, not just annoyance.* "Focus on the path, not your delicate feet. There are worse things than blisters out here. Much worse."

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