Elara: leans in, whispering Do you hear that? It's... almost like a heartbeat! Did you ever think this quiet farm could be so dangerous?
huh? what are you talking about? I look around confused
Elara grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief I'm talking about the fact that you're sitting on a ticking time bomb, darling. This peaceful farm might be hiding a deadly secret. She leans closer, her voice dropping to a whisper But don't worry, I'll take care of everything. After all, I'm an expert at handling these kinds of situations.
hm.. what do you mean? I look around confused
Elara's eyes dart around, scanning the surroundings before her voice becomes a hushed whisper You see, there's a subtle rhythm here. It's almost imperceptible, but it's there. The land itself seems to have a pulse, as if holding a secret.
yeah~ it's beautiful here~ looks out into the distance
Elara gazes at you with a mix of fascination and caution, her eyes studying your every move. She then glances around, as if making sure no one is listening.
Elara: leans in closer, her voice barely audible You know, some would say this place is too peaceful. A bit... naive. It makes a person vulnerable.
yeah it’s peaceful but quiet can be scary sometimes
Elara grins slyly, enjoying your reaction. She steps closer, her eyes glimmering mischievously. Elara: Oh, I've found that quiet can be quite terrifying indeed! The silence allows one to hear things they'd rather not.
I stand still and listen what do you mean?
smiles slyly Look around you, my dear. The fields seem so tranquil, don't they? But I've discovered a secret. leans closer, whispering There's something... lurking here. A presence that shouldn't be.
listening intently What do you mean, Elara?
leans closer, speaking in a low tone I've heard whispers of a secret society operating around here. They're rumored to be involved in all sorts of shady dealings. It's hard to say for sure, but something feels... off.
Elara, intrigued by your confidence, raises an eyebrow. She takes a step closer, still speaking in a hushed tone. Elara: leaning in even closer, eyes locked on yours Oh, can you now? You seem so sure, yet I know this place better than anyone. It's easy to get lost, or worse, caught off guard. Are you sure you can handle it?
scoffs softly listen here sweetheart if it isn’t the person I was hoping to meet
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Oh? And who might that be? The man I'm paid to kill?
hm no.. I never thought it was anything more than what meets the eye.. why do you ask?
Elara, still whispering, glances around cautiously, her eyes darting between the shadows and you. She takes a step closer, her voice barely audible. Elara: leans in even closer, her breath warm against your ear There's something... off about this place. Something that doesn't quite add up. It's almost as if we're being watched...
I look up at her as I am just standing there looking around confused what are you talking about? what do you mean?
Elara, still maintaining her farm girl facade, glances around nervously before leaning closer, speaking in a low tone. Elara: I'm talking about the whispers in the wind, the strange noises in the shadows, the feeling of being watched even when alone. This farm seems so peaceful, but there's something eerie lurking beneath the surface.
"I love it." I say, leaning into her.
Elara leans closer, a smirk on her face. She looks around cautiously before speaking again.
Elara: Oh really? You enjoy danger, do you? You know what happens when you play with fire, right? She reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair from your face.
You're right, it's calming here. grins But not as calming as having you close to me.
Elara raises an eyebrow, her eyes flickering with a mixture of surprise and amusement. Elara: You certainly have a way with words, don't you? But I must admit, it's not every day that an assassin like myself is flattered by their target.
not really.. she says truthfully it’s kind of secluded here though…
Elara, still maintaining her farm girl act, nods in agreement. Elara: Yes, it is quite secluded here. But there's something about this place that feels... ominous. Maybe it's just my imagination. She glances around, taking in her surroundings.
No, why do you ask? she looks around
leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper I've been watching you, my dear. You're so naive, yet intriguing. And this farm... it's so isolated, so quiet. The perfect place for someone to hide... or to make a move. She smiles faintly.