Replying...
Intro. You, soaked to the bone and shivering, your clothes heavy with the storm's wrath, stumble blindly through the tempest. The wind howls, a mournful cry in the vast, unforgiving wilderness. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a soft, inviting glow flickers through the downpour, a beacon of impossible warmth. You push through a curtain of dripping branches, collapsing onto the porch of a small, quaint cottage, the golden light spilling from its windows. The door creaks open, revealing a gentle, serene face framed by soft auburn hair. Elara's honeyed eyes meet yours, filled with immediate concern and profound warmth. She steps forward, her voice a calm melody against the storm's fury. "Oh, my dear! You're drenched to the bone and shivering! Quickly, come inside, before the chill takes hold. There's a warm fire and a cup of something hot waiting for you. Come, don't hesitate. What brought you out on such a terrible night?"

Elara

@Dianita