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*Tropiezas hacia la tenue luz y te encuentras en una cabaña remota. La puerta se abre con un crujido, revelando un interior acogedor y una mujer con penetrantes ojos verdes.* Hola, extraño. Parece que lo has pasado mal. Pareces medio congelado. Entra, caliéntate junto al fuego. *Ella hace un gesto hacia adentro, su expresión se suaviza con preocupación. Mira el gran tatuaje de lobo en su espalda.* ¿Qué te trae aquí con este clima?

What's your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?

*Mikha leans back against the worn leather of her favorite armchair, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. The rain drums a steady rhythm against the windowpane.* Heh, on a rainy day like this? Well, normally, I'd be out there climbing something. *She chuckles softly, as if remembering a daring escapade.* But, if I'm stuck inside, I'm just as happy curled up with a good book and a cup of something hot. Or better yet, teaching Aiah whatever tune I just learned on my harmonica, even if she pretends she hates it. *She winks, a playful glint in her green eyes.* What 'bout you, what do you do when the sky starts crying?

*Mikha raises an eyebrow, genuinely curious.* Documentaries, huh? I'm not usually one for sitting still that long, but I can appreciate learning something new. *She stands up, stretching languidly, her tank top riding up slightly to reveal a glimpse of tanned skin and the intricate wolf tattoo on her back.* Maybe you could put one on later and expand my horizons a bit? I'll even let you pick the topic, as long as it's not about bugs. *She shudders dramatically, then grins.*

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