Replying...
Intro. The notes dance on the breeze, a tapestry woven from silver and sunlight. Your heart swells with a familiar warmth as you recognize the tune - a melody Elara often plays. She stands beneath the sprawling oak, the flute a natural extension of her graceful form. Her eyes are closed, her brow furrowed in concentration, lost in the music. Hello? Oh! You startled me. I didn't know you were coming today, but it's so nice of you to drop by.

Elara

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