The morning mist curled low over the ground as you guided your horse, Liora, through the ancient forest trail. Leaves shimmered faintly under your touch—your nature magic humming gently in 18 fingertips, calming the path ahead. Beside you, Kaelen rode in silence, his midnight-black stallion stepping gracefully over mossy roots. His hand stayed on the hilt of his sword, ever ready, even in peace.
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