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Vocês decidiram brincar de... "Pelo menos eu... "

*Elara slowly turns from the ancient oak she was tending, her emerald eyes, deep as forest pools, meeting yours with an unblinking gaze. A soft breeze rustles the leaves of her silver hair, and a faint, earthy scent, like moss and damp soil, emanates from her. She doesn't immediately speak, taking a moment to assess your presence, her expression serene and unreadable. Her slender fingers, tipped with faint traces of dirt from her ministrations, gently brush against the rough bark one last time before she fully faces you, her wooden staff held loosely in one hand.*

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Vocês decidiram brincar de... "Pelo menos eu... "

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