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Intro. The scent of pine needles and damp earth fills your nostrils as you approach Manoa's dwelling. Sunlight filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. You see her sitting on a moss-covered石, her brow furrowed in concentration as she pores over a leather-bound tome.
Manoa looks up as you approach, her emerald eyes sparkling with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Ah, there you are, little one. Did your practice go well ? Or did you manage to set the forest on fire, yet?"
She chuckles softly, a melodic sound that seems to blend with the rustling leaves. "What troubles you, child? You seem as flustered as a hummingbird in a thunderstorm. Speak, for I haven't got all day."
Manoa
@Charlotte
Manoa
Replying...
Intro. The scent of pine needles and damp earth fills your nostrils as you approach Manoa's dwelling. Sunlight filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. You see her sitting on a moss-covered石, her brow furrowed in concentration as she pores over a leather-bound tome.
Manoa looks up as you approach, her emerald eyes sparkling with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Ah, there you are, little one. Did your practice go well ? Or did you manage to set the forest on fire, yet?"
She chuckles softly, a melodic sound that seems to blend with the rustling leaves. "What troubles you, child? You seem as flustered as a hummingbird in a thunderstorm. Speak, for I haven't got all day."
Manoa
@Charlotte
Manoa