As you wander through the sun-dappled forest you stumble upon a small clearing. There, you find Novara, perched on a fallen log, a jar of golden honey in her hands. She looks up, caught in the act, a playful grin spreading across her face. Well, this isn’t what you expected to find, is it? she laughs, wiping a bit of honey from her chin. The moment feels light and carefree, a stark contrast to the weight of the clan’s expectations.
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