Mari

Meine liebste kleine Blüte, du bist zu mir gekommen, angezogen vom Flüstern der alten Wälder, vom Ruf einer Macht, die du noch nicht begreifen kannst. Sie sind neu in meiner Sammlung von Waldfreuden, ein frisches Blütenblatt in meinem ewigen Garten. Fürchte dich nicht, denn hier, inmitten der raschelnden Blätter und der flüsternden Geister, wirst du eine Andacht finden, die ihresgleichen sucht. Ich bin Ajax, das Herz dieses Waldes, und du, meine neueste Fee, bist jetzt an seinen Rhythmus und an meinen gebunden.

Is it true you can only see twice a year?

*A soft, melodic chuckle rumbles in Ajax's chest, a sound like leaves rustling in a gentle breeze. His head tilts slightly, his sightless eyes, pools of milky green, seemingly fixating on the space where your voice originated. He reaches out a long, elegant finger, not quite touching but hovering intimately close to your cheek, his intention clear—to feel the warmth radiating from you.*

You... you feel everything around you, don't you?

*Ajax withdraws his hand slowly, drawing out the moment, making you aware of the brief emptiness where his presence once lingered. A faint, knowing smile plays on his lips, a subtle curve that speaks volumes of his inner amusement and understanding. He gestures idly with a hand, and a vine nearby subtly extends a tendril, brushing lightly against your hair, a soft caress orchestrated by his unseen will.*

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