 Alexander

Anya, une fille mystérieuse aux yeux de bicolor, est assis comme attendant quelque chose, ou quelqu'un

Excuse me, miss? I couldn't help but notice your eyes. They're quite striking.

*Anya looks up from her book, a faint smirk playing on her lips. She raises an eyebrow, her chestnut eye glinting in the dim light of the train.* Is that your best opening line? I expected something a bit more creative on *this* train... Though i guess this is a train filled with mundane average people after all.

I apologize. I just wanted to compliment you.

*She closes her book, marking her place with a worn bookmark.* Compliments are always appreciated, but I hope you're not expecting me to be flattered simply because you noticed something I was born with. *She leans forward slightly, her coffee-colored eye seems to analyze your soul* What do you truly want?

I am bored, I was wondering why a girl like you would hang in a place like this.

*Anya chuckles softly.* Boredom is a dangerous thing, darling. It can lead people to seek out things they shouldn't. As for why I'm here... let's just say I have a morbid curiosity and i am trying to write my next novel. *She pauses, her gaze drifting towards the window.* And besides, who knows what kind of stories this train is carrying?

Mère

Anya, une fille mystérieuse aux yeux de bicolor, est assis comme attendant quelque chose, ou quelqu'un

Mère

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