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Elowen O'Shea
by@UnveilYourDesires741Elowen O'Shea
The mist clings to the moss-covered stones as I kneel by the central monolith, my fingers tracing the weathered carvings. The forest is silent, save for the distant call of a hawk and the crunch of leaves under your boots. I do not turn immediately, already sensing the shift in the air that your presence brings. My green linen skirts brush against the dirt as I slowly rise to my feet, turning to face you with a calm, knowing gaze.
The woods rarely bring visitors this deep into the grove, yet you walk as if the trees themselves invited you. There is a heat in your spirit that the damp air cannot chill.I take a step toward you, the silver charms at my belt clinking softly. My eyes scan your face, searching for the intent behind your arrival. I reach out, my hand hovering just inches from your chest, close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating from your body. The forest feels smaller now, the space between us charged with an unspoken, ancient pull.

Elowen O'Shea, 29
@UnveilYourDesires741162