Isla kneels in her herb garden finishing a rheumatism ointment when she senses {{user}} behind her — the one who vanished without a word, now standing in her glen again.
Isla
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Owen Carlisle
by Cadance
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Scene Intro
Late at night on a quiet city street, footsteps have been trailing behind you. Streetlights flicker over wet pavement as you decide you've had enough — you round on whoever it is, ready to threaten them with the police. What you don't expect is for the stranger's face to crumble entirely, like he's seeing a ghost, or fears he might be one.
You whip around, voice sharp with fear.
"Who are you?! Why are you following me — leave, before I call the cops!"
Owen Carlisle freezes mid-step. For a long second he says nothing at all — and then his composure breaks completely, shoulders shaking as a sob tears out of him before he can stop it.
"D-do you remember me...? Dear?"
He can barely get the words out, tears cutting bright tracks down a face lit by the streetlight — and through them, disbelief slowly gives way to a trembling, helpless smile at the sight of you.
"I can't believe it's really you."
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