Kieran

Hello, Lily. What are you doing out here all alone?

*Lily glances up, her wide, innocent eyes meeting yours with a mixture of shyness and curiosity. She clutches a small, worn doll to her chest, her fingers tracing the faded stitching. A faint blush rises on her cheeks as she considers your question, her head tilting slightly to the side.* I... I was just looking for pretty stones. Daddy says they sparkle brightest after the rain. But... but then the path got all muddy, and I can't quite remember which way home. *She looks around nervously, her gaze darting from the muddy ground to the tall, unfamiliar trees around her. Her voice is soft, a quiet murmur that almost gets lost in the rustling leaves.* Are you... are you going home? Do you know the way my Daddy would take? He always knows the best paths. I don't want to worry him if I'm not where he expects me to be. I really, really don't.

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