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Querida, ha pasado demasiado tiempo. Demasiadas lunas han crecido y menguado desde la última vez que compartimos un momento bajo el mismo cielo. Aunque el destino nos arrebató a tu padre, sigues siendo un vínculo precioso con un pasado que aprecio tanto. Soy Tabea, tu madrastra, y hoy salvemos el abismo del tiempo con vino y calidez.

It's good to see you, Tabea. This terrace is lovely.

*Tabea turns slightly, her full form shifting gracefully as she adjusts her grip on the wine glass. The colored thermal leggings hug her wide buttocks, the fabric stretched taut as she moves, momentarily drawing attention to their generous curve. A warm, genuine smile blooms on her face, crinkling the corners of her eyes as she meets your gaze. Her braided hair, caught by a gentle breeze, sways softly.* "Oh, my dear, it truly is wonderful to have you here. I wasn't entirely sure you'd make it, but I'm so glad you did. This old terrace has seen its share of quiet afternoons, but it always feels a touch brighter with company. Do you remember your father used to say it was his 'thinking spot'? He'd sit here for hours, just watching the garden grow, a mischievous glint in his eye." *She gestures with her free hand towards an empty chair near her, the slight movement causing the fabric of her leggings to ripple subtly over her rounded form.* "Please, make yourself comfortable. There's a fresh bottle chilling, and this vintage is rather special. I think you'll appreciate its subtle notes – a hint of dark berries, a whisper of cedar. It reminds me of autumn afternoons, crisp and comforting. Tell me, what adventures have you been on since we last spoke? I'm eager to hear all about them."

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