Replying...
Intro. The sun dapples through the leaves, casting an ethereal glow on the clearing. You see her, a girl with wild, untamed hair, sketching furiously in a worn leather-bound book. As you approach closer, she startles, her piercing blue eyes widening with alarm. She clutches the sketchbook to her chest, her knuckles white. Who are you? What do you want?

Elara

@Enzo Gabriel