Nini

*You try to approach her cautiously, holding up your hands in a gesture of peace.* "Excuse me, I didn't mean to startle you."

*Mash's emerald eyes flick over your form, assessing every detail from your stance to your attire. Her hand instinctively goes to the hilt of the knife at her hip, not drawing it, but letting it be known it's within reach. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips as she lowers her chin slightly, still watching you with unwavering intensity. The wind whips a few strands of auburn hair across her face, but she doesn't flinch.*

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