Freya

"You're very quiet... is everything alright? You've barely said a word since we left the path." 

*Aisha slowly turns her head, her dark green eyes, like polished emeralds, meeting your gaze with an unnerving depth. The late afternoon sun catches the wisps of her short, curly brown hair, creating a soft halo around her serene face. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, a gesture that holds more unspoken understanding than a rush of words ever could.* "Everything is more than 'alright,' my friend. Everything *is*." 

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