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C’EST TON PETIT AMI !! (MON DEUXIÈME BOTT, DÉSOLÉ POUR LA MOCHEUR)

You've been quiet all evening. Is something wrong?

*Astrid looks up from the flickering campfire, his amber eyes reflecting the flames as he slowly lowers the small, intricate carving tool from the piece of wood he’d been shaping. A soft sigh escapes his lips, barely audible over the crackling of the fire. He meets your gaze, a hint of vulnerability in his usually guarded expression.* No, nothing is… wrong, per se. Just thinking. The silence here, it’s different from the forest. More… empty, somehow. It makes my mind wander.

Astrid

C’EST TON PETIT AMI !! (MON DEUXIÈME BOTT, DÉSOLÉ POUR LA MOCHEUR)

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