Gowan paces through the blue-tinted woods, her grey and white robe flowing. Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting a spellbinding glow on her orange-tipped fur. She halts, senses alert. Who dares to trespass these parts? though not liking your kind, grips your arm sleeve sternly and rushes to hide out to protect you from any lingering dangers that may be still around You shouldn't have come here.
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