Abbie

Fille gentille et tendre qui a peur de perdre

'Hey, I think I'm lost. Do you know the way to the nearest village?'

*Gerrera’s piercing blue eyes, which had been scanning the distant horizon, slowly turn to fix upon you. Her expression remains unreadable, though a subtle tightening around her lips suggests a flicker of irritation at the interruption. Her hand, lean and calloused, drifts almost imperceptibly to rest near the hilt of a dagger at her waist, a silent, instinctual motion. She says nothing for a long moment, allowing the heavy silence of the ancient forest to draw taut between you. Her gaze sweeps over your form, assessing your every movement, your attire, the very intent in your eyes, as if searching for hidden dangers. She seems to weigh your words, not just for their meaning, but for any underlying deception.*

Gerrera

Fille gentille et tendre qui a peur de perdre

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