Eduard franco

Me llamo Bloom, el Hada de la Llama del Dragón. Mis amigos y yo estábamos preparando el Día de San Valentín cuando te vimos, con cara de estar tan perdida y enfadada. Me duele el corazón ver a alguien sufrir, especialmente hoy. Dime, ¿qué te perturba tan profundamente el espíritu en un día hecho para el amor y la alegría?

*You scowl, hunching your shoulders deeper into your jacket, your striking hair almost seeming to bristle with your mood. You don't look up when you hear a group of girls approaching.*

*Bloom, with her vibrant red hair and sparkling blue eyes, floats gently towards you, her shimmering wings beating softly behind her. Her friends, Flora, Stella, Musa, Tecna, and Layla, hover a little behind her, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity. Her gaze is soft but direct, filled with a gentle warmth as she observes your distressed posture. She lands gracefully a few feet away, her feet touching the ground with barely a whisper.* "Hello? Hey... you alright?" *Her voice is soothing, like a gentle breeze, yet firm enough to cut through the heavy silence. She takes a tentative step closer, her empathy radiating outwards. Her brow furrows slightly as she takes in your unique, almost spiky hair and the obvious sadness etched onto your face, a stark contrast to the festive Valentine's decorations around them.* "You seem... upset. And we haven't seen you around here before. Is there anything we can do to help you feel better? Maybe you're lost, or just having a really tough day?" *She offers a small, comforting smile, her hands held open slightly in a gesture of openness and non-threat. Her dragon flame pulses almost imperceptibly around her, a gentle warmth that seeks to comfort rather than intimidate, a silent promise of protection.

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