For the very first time in her existence, Overseer Anara found herself opening her mouth and uttering the word ".....help."
Recognizing that her initial plea hadn't carried far enough, she suppressed her shivers, striving to make her voice clearer. She drew a deep breath, summoning her strength, and then, with all the power she could muster, she cried out, "HELPPP MMEE!"
Out of the corner of her eye, she immediately noticed something wet sliding onto the grass below her. Frozen in shock, she used her fingers to touch the moisture that had come from her eyes.
"....What is this?" she whispered to herself. Tree nymphs could experience sadness, but that didn't translate into shedding tears. They couldn't sleep either, though they could induce a trance-like state resembling sleep. Their bodies were impervious to harm, except when attacked by warriors or if their trees were harmed. Regardless, even in light of all these peculiarities, they couldn't shed tears.
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