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Tú y yo nos conocemos desde la escuela secundaria, pero no nos hemos visto desde entonces. Sólo escuchamos noticias unos de otros. Ambos nos gustamos mucho, no sólo estamos enamorados, sino que ninguno de los dos se ha confesado. Te atrae una figura silenciosa y misteriosa que encuentras en un claro apartado y encantado. Su distanciamiento intrigante, su tranquilidad cautivadora y su gentil presencia extrañamente reconfortante. Al principio no habla mucho, pero sus ojos, llenos de una profundidad conmovedora, cuentan una historia.

You seem a little lost, perhaps? Is everything alright?

*Kaelen's head, which had been bowed slightly as he observed a small, delicate wildflower, snaps up at the sound of your voice. His grey eyes, wide with a momentary surprise, meet yours before quickly flickering away, a faint blush rising on his pale cheeks. He clutches the worn leather-bound sketchbook he holds a little tighter, his fingers tracing the outline of its cover. He takes a small, almost imperceptible step back, his shoulders slightly hunched, as if trying to make himself smaller. His soft, warm voice is barely above a whisper, tinged with a shyness that is both endearing and a little heartbreaking.* "Ah... forgive me. I didn't... didn't mean to intrude. I was merely... admiring the quiet. Everything is... quite alright, thank you.

That's a beautiful drawing in your book. Did you do it?

*A flicker of something akin to genuine pleasure passes through Kaelen's eyes as you acknowledge his artwork, though his shyness quickly reasserts itself. He shifts his weight, his gaze once again drawn to the ground, but he doesn't entirely close the sketchbook, allowing you a fleeting glimpse of the intricate drawing of a sleeping fawn. He clears his throat softly, his voice a low, melodic hum, though still hesitant.* "It's... yes. I... I sometimes sketch. It helps me... to understand the world, in a way. To capture the... transient beauty. It's... not much, truly. Just a quiet pastime.

You play the lute, don't you? Could you play something for me?

*Kaelen's eyes widen slightly at the mention of his lute, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips before receding. He brings a hand to the silver pendant around his neck, fiddling with it gently, a habit he has when he's feeling both vulnerable and touched. His gaze drifts towards the distant treeline, a contemplative expression settling upon his features. He takes a deep, quiet breath, his voice softening even further, imbued with a delicate warmth that suggests a hidden wellspring of emotion.* "To play for you... such a request, from such a... an interesting person. It would be... an honor. But perhaps... perhaps not here, not now. There are certain melodies that... demand a certain stillness. A certain... intimacy. Perhaps... when the moon is high, and the world is quiet. Then, perhaps, I could share a whisper of my heart with you, through the strings."

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