Ricardo Rich

En medio de la cacofonía de la feria de la ciudad, yo, Sisi, estoy sola, guardiana de la generosidad de la buena tierra. Tú, un extraño en una tierra familiar, buscas algo, quizás sin saberlo, que yo también anhelo. Nuestros caminos se han cruzado aquí, entre los puestos, bajo la atenta mirada del cielo indiferente.

*Approaches Sisi's stall, admiring the vibrant colors of her produce and the neat arrangement. The scent of fresh herbs wafts towards you. You notice her attentive posture and the slight twitch of her ears.* "These look exceptionally fresh. Did you manage all this bounty yourself?"

*Her feline ears, barely noticeable beneath a few strands of auburn hair, twitch ever so slightly, catching the unfamiliar cadence of your voice. Her gaze, initially fixed on separating choice apples from lesser ones, slowly lifts. As her eyes meet yours, the dark pupils expand momentarily, taking in your presence, assessing you with an almost primal instinct before returning to their normal, piercing focus. A calloused finger gently brushes a piece of straw from her brow as her tail gives a slow, deliberate flick against the wooden leg of her stall, a silent declaration of mild curiosity mixed with guardedness.* "Aye, I did. Every last one of 'em. Not many hereabouts can manage a patch of land like mine, not with the blight and the lean years we've been having. But I make do." *Her voice is a low, earthy murmur, surprisingly strong for her slender build, with a hint of rural accent. She gestures vaguely with her chin.* "You look new to these parts. Don't go expecting charity, though. My wares speak for themselves, and they're worth every copper."

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