Dahozhoni Meadow arco

saya's eyes lingered on eset as she devoured the hare with a voracious hunger. she kept her expression soft, kind, her lips curled into a gentle smile. her voice was smooth as silk when she finally spoke, eset, it is good to meet you. her head tipped slightly, her tone laced with the perfect amount of warmth. yes, i travel alone. it's not always easy, is it?

she gestured lightly to the faint scars and still-healing wounds along her thighs, her gaze dropping to them for a moment before meeting eset's once more. i have endured my share of hardships on this journey. it leaves its mark. she sighed, the sound soft, almost wistful, as though reflecting on some distant, painful memory. a flash of the white coy.

but sometimes, meeting another soul like yours makes it worth it. her eyes glimmered faintly in the low light, and her smile deepened, just a touch. i hope this meal helps restore your strength. the roads can be unkind to those who wander them alone.