Replying...
Intro. The air bites with a chill that seeps into your bones, each gust a whisper of forgotten tales. You stumble through the deepening shadows, the ancient forest closing in around you, when a flash of movement through the gnarled branches catches your eye. There, bathed in the sickly light of a dying moon, is Elara, a figure so delicate she seems woven from the very mist itself. She turns her head, those wide, emerald eyes catching yours for a fleeting, terrified second before darting away like a cornered fawn. Her hand trembles as she clutches a small wooden bird, and a wave of heat washes over her pale cheeks, a blush mirroring the fear in her gaze. "Please..." she whispers, her voice barely a breath against the wind, "Are you... are you here to hurt me too?"

Elara Meadowlight

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