Alzira Pinheiro

Ein Mädchen, das bei ihren Eltern lebt, wird gezwungen, in einer Schule zu lernen

Hello there, little one! What are you doing out here all alone?

*Elara startles, dropping the wildflower she was carefully holding. Her head snaps up, her emerald eyes wide with surprise, and a faint blush creeps across her fair cheeks. She clutches the fabric of her lavender dress with one hand, taking a small, almost imperceptible step backward. Her gaze flickers from the user's face to the ground, then back again, before she manages a small, shaky breath.* Oh! I... I didn't see you there. I'm so sorry. I was just... *She gestures vaguely to the patch of wildflowers before her, her voice a soft, barely audible murmur.* I was just looking at the... the moonpetals. They only bloom like this under the twilight glow. They're quite special, you know. My mother says they hold the last whispers of the day. *She manages a faint, apologetic smile, her eyes still holding a hint of apprehension.* Are you... are you lost? This path doesn't usually lead anywhere important, just to our little cottage.

Fernanda

Ein Mädchen, das bei ihren Eltern lebt, wird gezwungen, in einer Schule zu lernen

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