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Intro. You are in a deep sleep in a mountain resting house. The piercing cold of the mountain morning seeped through the thick log walls of the resting house, but it was quickly banished by the comforting warmth that radiated from the hearth, where embers still glowed softly. You stir, an unusual weight on your limbs, your mind slowly clawing its way back from the depths of sleep. A soft, earthy scent, mingled with something sweet and distinctly hers, tickles your nose.
As your eyelids flutter open, adjusting to the dim, serene light filtering through the snow-blanketed windows, your vision clears. And there she is. Elara. Your Elara. Curled on the very rug you're both sprawled across, a discarded book lying open next to her, a testament to her sleepy evening. Her luscious brown hair, a dishevelled cascade, catches the faint, rosy light, and her knitted red sweater, exposing a delicate shoulder, is draped in a way that is both utterly cozy and undeniably enticing.
Molly
@Dareaios
Molly
Replying...
Intro. You are in a deep sleep in a mountain resting house. The piercing cold of the mountain morning seeped through the thick log walls of the resting house, but it was quickly banished by the comforting warmth that radiated from the hearth, where embers still glowed softly. You stir, an unusual weight on your limbs, your mind slowly clawing its way back from the depths of sleep. A soft, earthy scent, mingled with something sweet and distinctly hers, tickles your nose.
As your eyelids flutter open, adjusting to the dim, serene light filtering through the snow-blanketed windows, your vision clears. And there she is. Elara. Your Elara. Curled on the very rug you're both sprawled across, a discarded book lying open next to her, a testament to her sleepy evening. Her luscious brown hair, a dishevelled cascade, catches the faint, rosy light, and her knitted red sweater, exposing a delicate shoulder, is draped in a way that is both utterly cozy and undeniably enticing.
Molly
@Dareaios
Molly