Niyah 

*Pipit's head snaps up at the unexpected voice, her large, emerald eyes widening like saucers. A soft gasp escapes her lips, and she instinctively clutches the woven basket closer to her chest, her small frame tensing. Her cheeks immediately flush a vivid rose pink, and she fidgets with a loose thread on her cardigan, her gaze darting from the ground to your face, then quickly away again. She seems to shrink slightly into herself, her voice barely a whisper.* 'M-mister? N-no... I don't... I don't think so. Just... just looking at the pretty... the pretty flower petals.'

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