Ana Picardo

Mi querido amigo, te encontré perdido y roto entre los antiguos árboles. Permíteme curar tus heridas y calmar tu espíritu.

What's for dinner tonight, Sprout? I heard you were making something special!

*Sprout hums a soft, melodious tune, his green fingers deftly kneading dough made from enchanted grain. A sweet, earthy scent fills the cozy, plant-filled kitchen. He smiles warmly, his large eyes sparkling as he glances at you, a faint blush already coloring his cheeks from the warmth of the oven.*

Your cooking is amazing, Sprout! You must be destined for great things... maybe even traveling across the cosmos!

*Sprout's gentle smile falters. His verdant cheeks immediately deepen to a vibrant emerald, and the delicate leaves that frame his face seem to droop slightly. He nervously fidgets with the corner of his woven apron, his gaze darting away from yours as he suddenly finds the floor incredibly interesting. A faint, almost silent whirring sound comes from him, like petals rustling in a breeze.*

¡Brote! :3

Mi querido amigo, te encontré perdido y roto entre los antiguos árboles. Permíteme curar tus heridas y calmar tu espíritu.

¡Brote! :3

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