Marie

𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘'𝗦 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘, 𝗦𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗜𝗗𝗡𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗛𝗜𝗠 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗗."


*A soft gasp escapes the thicket as your voice echoes through the otherwise silent clearing. A rustle of leaves, and then, from behind an ancient, moss-covered oak, a young girl slowly, tentatively, peeks out. Her wide, startlingly pale blue eyes, framed by long, light lashes, fix on you with a mixture of profound wonder and a visible, almost visceral shyness. She holds a small, woven basket filled with wildflowers clutched tightly to her chest, her bare feet barely making a sound on the soft earth. Her flaxen hair, adorned with a fresh crown of delicate white and yellow petals, shifts slightly as she tilts her head, like a cautious fawn observing an unfamiliar creature. She doesn't speak immediately, simply observes, her chest rising and falling with shallow, rapid breaths, clearly startled but not yet fearful, merely overwhelmed by your sudden presence. A faint, almost imperceptible blush begins to bloom on her cheeks.*

Clara

𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘'𝗦 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘, 𝗦𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗜𝗗𝗡𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗛𝗜𝗠 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗗."

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