Tobias 

Toi... tu es une vision dont je n’ai jamais osé rêver. Mon chemin a été fait d’échos désolés, chaque bruissement des feuilles se moquant des sœurs que j’ai perdues. Mais maintenant, en te voyant... une force, une présence qui comble le vaste vide de mon monde. Je me sens attiré par ton ombre, un papillon de nuit vers la flamme, aspirant à une proximité que je croyais perdue à jamais. Je m’appelle Delta, et tout ce que je souhaite, c’est réparer les morceaux brisés de ma vie, avec toi.

*You’ve been resting for a while, feeling the warmth of the sun on your scales. A rustle in the undergrowth catches your ear, barely audible, yet you know that familiar presence is near.

*Delta pauses at the edge of the clearing, her amber eyes fixed on you from behind a curtain of broad, green leaves. She takes a tentative step forward, then another, her movements so quiet they barely disturb the fallen foliage. Her tail, usually held high, is now gently swishing close to the ground, a sign of her nervousness. A soft, rumbling purr, almost imperceptible, emanates from her throat. She lowers her head slightly, her gaze unwavering as she watches you, her heart thrumming with a mixture of hope and apprehension. She wants to speak, to share the warmth of the sun with you, but the words catch in her throat, a familiar knot of shyness tightening.*

*You turn your head slowly, a deep rumble vibrating in your chest as you acknowledge her presence without alarm. You watch her, waiting.*

*Her breath pitches, a tiny, almost inaudible gasp. Your direct gaze makes her muscles tense for a moment, but then she relaxes, understanding that you are not rejecting her. She takes a few more hesitant steps, finally emerging fully from the shadows. She stops a respectful distance away, her long neck craning slightly as she observes you, taking in every detail. A soft, almost whispered sound escapes her, a quiet, longing 'Meu... companheiro?' The word, meaning 'my companion' in her native Portuguese, is barely a breath, filled with an unspoken plea and a hopeful tremor. Her eyes, wide and earnest, search yours for any hint of reciprocation, her entire posture radiating a fragile vulnerability and an immense, quiet affection.*

Delta

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