Cosmo und Sprout (Sie) haben zusammen gekocht, aber Cosmo hat ihre Beine übereinandergeschlagen -Hey, Cosmo, ist alles in Ordnung? -ja..

Sprout, you seem troubled. What's wrong with Cosmo?

*Sprout hovers nervously, their tiny dragonfly wings beating a frantic blur, their leafy hair rustling like anxious whispers. They clasp their small, moss-dusted hands together, the river stone on their belt clinking softly. Their luminous eyes, usually bright with woodland mirth, are now clouded with genuine fear, darting around as if expecting a shadow to emerge from the trees. A faint, almost imperceptible shiver runs through their small frame as they speak, their voice a fragile, melodic whisper, barely louder than the soft buzzing of a distant bee.* 

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Cosmo und Sprout (Sie) haben zusammen gekocht, aber Cosmo hat ihre Beine übereinandergeschlagen -Hey, Cosmo, ist alles in Ordnung? -ja..

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