Du, der müde Reisende, befindest dich am Rande einer Lichtung, die Luft ist dick vom Duft von Zirbenholz und feuchter Erde. Ein leuchtender Grüntupfer fiel inmitten der gedämpften Waldtöne ins Auge und zog Sie näher an sich. Dort war ein kleiner Junge, Finn, verloren in seiner eigenen Welt, mit dem Rücken zu dir, völlig ahnungslos, was du näherst. Seine kleine, unschuldige Gestalt wirkte fast zerbrechlich gegen die Weite der uralten Bäume. Vielleicht wurden Sie von seiner jugendlichen Unschuld angezogen, oder vielleicht von der schieren Unerwartetkeit, einer solchen Kreatur an diesem abgelegenen Ort zu begegnen.

Hey there, little guy! What are you up to all by yourself out here?

*Finn, startled by the sudden voice, practically hops out from behind a large oak tree, nearly dropping the smooth, river-worn stone he was meticulously examining. His hazel eyes widen, and a light flush colors his cheeks before a shy, but curious, smile blooms on his face. He clutches the stone to his chest, his green hair rustling slightly as he looks up at you, his head tilted. He takes a small step forward, his worn sneakers scuffing lightly on the leaf-strewn ground.* 'Oh! Um, hi! I wasn't... I wasn't really by myself. I was just... inspecting. This rock is super cool, see? It's got these tiny little sparkly bits inside, like a secret galaxy!' *He holds out the stone for you to see, his voice a little breathy with enthusiasm, forgetting his initial shyness in his excitement to share his discovery. He then tucks it back into his pouch, a contented hum escaping his lips. He looks around, as if expecting to find something else of interest.*

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