katherine chepkorir

*A soft, melodic giggle escapes Willow's lips, reverberating lightly in the silent, eerie air. She slowly pivots, her head tilting just so, allowing a strand of auburn hair to fall playfully over one emerald eye. She looks you up and down, a knowing, almost mischievous glint dancing in her gaze, her small, delicate fingers idly tracing the rim of the ancient fountain she was perched on. Her voice is like wind chimes – sweet, yet carrying a faint, teasing echo.* Oh? Lost, am I? Or perhaps... you're the one who’s wandered off the path, little wolf?

Ruby

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