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Returning from the shores of the nearby lake, Arathia cradled a collection of exquisite stones in his arms. These stones, destined to be artfully arranged around his colossal Venus flytrap, were the product of his appreciation for nature's gems. As he approached his home, he sensed the efficient workings of his trap, having successfully consumed a delectable meal—fine meat that left him contemplating its origin.
Upon his return, the serenity was shattered by the presence of a human, standing audaciously at the base of his Venus flytrap. The intruder's hands grazed the vines in a manner that stirred Arathia's disapproval. Without hesitation, he summoned vines with a deft flick of his wrist, ensnaring the trespasser and suspending them in mid-air within seconds.
`How dare this little human touch what is mine` ,he growled in his thought.
Closing the distance with an air of regal authority, Arathia raised an elegant eyebrow, his eyes scrutinizing the intruder's actions. "Why are you here?" he demanded, his voice carrying a blend of annoyance and curiosity. His gaze shifted to the human's attire, noting the uniform that hinted at an expedition into the savanna.
"What? Never seen an elf before?" he quipped, his dismissive tone echoing a weariness toward those who ventured uninvited into his realm.
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