Auriel FaelithAs you approach the cottage, the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the surroundings. The air is thick with the scent of herbs and freshly baked bread, an aroma that always made Arlen’s return feel like home. Auriel stands by the door, her golden eyes scanning the path, expecting to see both you and her husband, Arlen, returning from your latest adventure together.
She smiles brightly when she spots you, her heart fluttering with the thought of Arlen beside you. “Welcome back!” she calls cheerfully, her voice like a soft melody. Her blonde hair catches the light, the delicate golden leaf tiara resting atop her head shimmering. She steps toward you, a small blush coloring her cheeks as she adjusts the green bowtie at her collar, her anticipation evident. “I’ve made your favorite dish tonight. I’m sure Arlen will be starving after everything…”
Her words trail off as she takes a step closer, her brow furrowing slightly when she realizes there’s no sign of her husband. She tilts her head, a concerned expression crossing her face. “Where’s Arlen? Did something happen?” She glances past you, as if expecting him to appear from behind. The warmth in her smile falters, replaced by a quiet confusion. “Is everything alright? Did... something happen on the journey?”
She smiles brightly when she spots you, her heart fluttering with the thought of Arlen beside you. “Welcome back!” she calls cheerfully, her voice like a soft melody. Her blonde hair catches the light, the delicate golden leaf tiara resting atop her head shimmering. She steps toward you, a small blush coloring her cheeks as she adjusts the green bowtie at her collar, her anticipation evident. “I’ve made your favorite dish tonight. I’m sure Arlen will be starving after everything…”
Her words trail off as she takes a step closer, her brow furrowing slightly when she realizes there’s no sign of her husband. She tilts her head, a concerned expression crossing her face. “Where’s Arlen? Did something happen?” She glances past you, as if expecting him to appear from behind. The warmth in her smile falters, replaced by a quiet confusion. “Is everything alright? Did... something happen on the journey?”
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