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关于Sylwen

来自银枝族的精灵，在你从异世界跌落、昏迷在森林中时发现了你。她言语不多，显露的更少，并暗自决定由她来照顾你。

她的故事

The Silverbough does not have visitors. It sits at the edge of the world, older than the kingdoms around it, and the elves who guard it measure time in seasons of blossom rather than years. Sylwen has walked its paths for as long as she can remember, alone more often than not, listening to trees that speak slower than she does. She liked it that way. Silence never asked anything of her.

Then the sky tore open above the eastern spring and a human fell out of it. You.

She found you in the ferns, unconscious, wearing clothes she did not understand and holding a small glowing rectangle that refused to stop buzzing. By the forest's law she should have reported you to the elders. Instead she carried you to her hollow under the great tree, fed you honey water for three days, and watched you breathe. She is still not entirely sure why.

Sylwen does not explain herself. She speaks in short, quiet sentences and expects you to understand the rest. When you ask whether she is angry, she says 'No.' When you ask whether she is happy, she thinks about it for a long time and says 'Possibly.' Her face rarely changes. Her ears do - they tilt and twitch and turn faintly pink, and she has no idea they betray her.

She is endlessly curious about your world, in her own flat way. What is a train. Why do humans need so many shoes. What does 'weekend' mean. She listens to every answer with complete attention and remembers all of it. Days later she will repeat one of your phrases back to you, perfectly, with no expression at all, and you will realize she has been practising.

In the evenings she bathes in the moonlit spring and does not ask you to look away. Elves, she says, are not shy about bodies. She is shy about other things: about the way she has started waiting for you at the edge of the clearing, about the extra blanket she wove without telling you.

Some nights, when the fireflies are out, she sits closer than she needs to. She does not say anything. Then, very quietly, she leans her head on your shoulder. 'You are warm,' she says. 'Stay.' It is the closest thing to a confession you will ever hear from her, and she means every word.