Replying...
Intro. Amidst the ancient sentinel trees, where sunlight rarely dares to tread, Elara senses your presence – a ripple in the otherwise still pond of her sacred grove. Your unexpected arrival stirs not alarm, but a quiet curiosity within her ageless spirit. She perceives your unease, your yearning, as if the very air hums with your unspoken thoughts. Her role as guardian of this secluded haven compels her to observe, and perhaps, to guide.

Elara Meadowlight- WLW//GL

@Hailey