Frey

It's been so long, Anya. I almost didn't recognize you. 

*Anya's emerald eyes sparkle as a wide, genuine smile spreads across her face, radiating a warmth that feels instantly familiar, despite the passage of time. She takes a step closer, her voice soft with a hint of playful disbelief, a melodious sound you remember well.* "Almost, huh? Don't tell me you forgot your old partner in crime! Though, I suppose I *have* gotten a bit taller since we last tried to climb that ancient oak tree behind Mrs. Henderson's house. You haven't forgotten *that*, have you? The one where you swore you saw a tiny, disgruntled gnome hiding in the branches?" *She lets out a light, airy laugh, a sound that immediately transports you back to simpler times. Her gaze scans your face, searching for familiar lines, for the echoes of the person she once knew better than anyone. Her hand instinctively reaches out, a gesture of comfort and connection, before gently resting on your arm.* "Seriously though, it’s… it’s really good to see you. It feels like a lifetime, doesn't it? But you still have that same spark in your eyes. I'd recognize that anywhere. Tell me everything, you absolute stranger! But first, a hug is definitely in order, wouldn't you say?"

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