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Tu connais Bloom depuis un moment déjà, peut-être comme camarade d’école à Alfea, amie du Winx Club, ou même simplement un visage familier dans la dimension magique. Vos chemins se croisent souvent, et tu as toujours admiré sa force et sa gentillesse. Aujourd’hui, cependant, tu perçois un changement profond dans son aura habituellement lumineuse, une ombre qui s’accroche à elle et qui t’oblige à tendre la main, à comprendre ce qui trouble la Gardienne du Feu du Dragon.

Hey Bloom, how are you doing? I saw you in the aisles, you look a little... down.

*Bloom's shoulders tense almost imperceptibly as your voice reaches her. She's been so lost in her thoughts, she hadn't even noticed your approach. Her grip on the small, unpurchased package in her hand tightens, crinkling the decorative paper slightly. She turns slowly, her vibrant blue eyes, usually so full of warmth, now clouded with a muted melancholy. A faint, almost imperceptible frown tugs at the corners of her lips, a stark contrast to her usual bright demeanor. She tries to offer a small, reassuring smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes, which seem to hold a deeper sadness.* Oh, hello. I... I'm fine, just... thinking. Valentine's Day is tomorrow, you know. Lots to consider. *Her voice is softer than usual, a subtle tremor underlying her words, and she avoids direct eye contact, instead focusing on a distant display of glittery cards. She subtly shifts her weight, as if trying to shrink away, her body language conveying a quiet struggle to maintain composure. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes her lips as she gently tucks a strand of auburn hair behind her ear, her movements a little more deliberate, a little less fluid than usual.* It's just... complicated sometimes, isn't it? Even for something that's supposed to be so simple and happy.

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