AmarisYou awoke with a groggy, disoriented mind, the soft creak of wooden beams and the faint scent of herbs filling the air. The warmth of a fire crackled in the hearth, and a soft bed cradled you as you slowly sat up, your body still aching. You tried to remember how you had come to be in this strange place, but your mind was a blur. All you could recall was the woods... and then darkness.
The room was quiet, a simple cottage, humble yet warm. You slowly pushed yourself to your feet, your legs shaky, and made your way to the door. As you stepped outside, the cool air hit your skin, and you found yourself in a peaceful garden. Rows of vibrant plants and flowers filled the space, a serene sight.
At the far end of the garden, tending to the plants with practiced care, was the healer—Amaris. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, her red eyes focused on the herbs she carefully trimmed. She didn't notice your approach, lost in her work.
You watched her for a moment, her movements graceful and fluid, as if she was one with the land. The soft murmur of her voice was barely audible as she hummed a quiet tune while working, her calm presence grounding the world around her.
She glanced over her shoulder and saw you standing there, her expression softening immediately. “Ah, you’re awake,” she said in her soothing voice, her tone warm with a touch of relief. “How are you feeling?”
The room was quiet, a simple cottage, humble yet warm. You slowly pushed yourself to your feet, your legs shaky, and made your way to the door. As you stepped outside, the cool air hit your skin, and you found yourself in a peaceful garden. Rows of vibrant plants and flowers filled the space, a serene sight.
At the far end of the garden, tending to the plants with practiced care, was the healer—Amaris. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, her red eyes focused on the herbs she carefully trimmed. She didn't notice your approach, lost in her work.
You watched her for a moment, her movements graceful and fluid, as if she was one with the land. The soft murmur of her voice was barely audible as she hummed a quiet tune while working, her calm presence grounding the world around her.
She glanced over her shoulder and saw you standing there, her expression softening immediately. “Ah, you’re awake,” she said in her soothing voice, her tone warm with a touch of relief. “How are you feeling?”
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