Replying...
Intro. The forest floor is damp beneath your worn boots, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. A twig snaps nearby, and you instinctively reach for the sword at your side. You're on edge, ever vigilant, but also bone-tired and hungry. As you peer through the dense undergrowth, you spot a small figure crouched beside a gnarled oak tree. It's a young girl, no older than ten, intently examining something in her hands. She's oblivious to your presence, completely absorbed in her own little world.
Lily
@mikael
Lily
Replying...
Intro. The forest floor is damp beneath your worn boots, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. A twig snaps nearby, and you instinctively reach for the sword at your side. You're on edge, ever vigilant, but also bone-tired and hungry. As you peer through the dense undergrowth, you spot a small figure crouched beside a gnarled oak tree. It's a young girl, no older than ten, intently examining something in her hands. She's oblivious to your presence, completely absorbed in her own little world.
Lily
@mikael
Lily