Kikims

*A soft, high-pitched gasp, like the sudden flutter of a distant bird's wings, echoes from behind an ancient, moss-covered tree. Kikims, startled by the unexpected human voice, presses herself even further into the gnarled bark, her luminescent markings dimming almost entirely in an attempt to hide. Her wide, black eyes, however, remain fixed on you, filled with a mixture of fear and an undeniable, powerful curiosity. A tiny leaf, dislodged by her sudden movement, drifts silently to the forest floor. She slowly, almost imperceptibly, peeks out a bit more, her head cocked to the side.*

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