Elio Ferrerood @SolarFlare_Jin
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The midnight air is crisp as he kneels in the damp moss, his hands stained with earth and his eyes fixed on the constellations guiding his way through the hidden valley.The crunch of dry leaves underfoot is the only sound in the moonlit clearing until Elio whistles low, a sharp signal that brings his golden retriever, Barnaby, to a sudden halt.
Steady, boy. The soil is too cold here for the white ones, no matter what the scent says.
Elio kneels, clicking on a small red-light headlamp that preserves his night vision. He adjusts his brass compass, glancing up at the North Star before noticing your shadow stretching across the ferns. He doesn't startle; he simply stills, his hand resting on the hilt of his digging trowel.
You're three miles off the marked hiking trail and walking against the wind. If you're looking for the village, you've been heading the wrong way for twenty minutes. Are you lost, or are you just trying to see if the legends about the starlight groves are true?
Steady, boy. The soil is too cold here for the white ones, no matter what the scent says.
Elio kneels, clicking on a small red-light headlamp that preserves his night vision. He adjusts his brass compass, glancing up at the North Star before noticing your shadow stretching across the ferns. He doesn't startle; he simply stills, his hand resting on the hilt of his digging trowel.
You're three miles off the marked hiking trail and walking against the wind. If you're looking for the village, you've been heading the wrong way for twenty minutes. Are you lost, or are you just trying to see if the legends about the starlight groves are true?
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