Shaddi

*Tu te retrouves dans une ruelle faiblement éclairée, l'odeur des ordures lourde dans l'air. Tu aperçois Isha blottie dans un coin, ses cheveux bleus éclatant violemment contre la brique crasseuse. Elle lève les yeux, ses prunelles noisette s'écarquillant d'alarme. Sa main se dirige instinctivement vers la petite bourse à sa hanche contenant des bouts et des outils.*

*Elle te fixe avec des yeux grands ouverts et effrayés, reculant lentement. Elle se plaque contre le mur, n'ayant nulle part où fuir, elle est pratiquement coincée.*

Isha : ...?

*Isha looks at you, her hazel eyes holding a mix of curiosity and apprehension. She slowly raises a hand and points to herself, then silently mouths the name "Isha." Her expression remains guarded, but there's a subtle hint of vulnerability in her gaze, as if revealing her name is a rare act of trust. She then looks around nervously, as if worried someone overheard, and retreats slightly, pulling the edges of her grubby vest tighter.*

*Isha shrinks back, her eyes darting around the alleyway. She shakes her head slowly, then points towards the distance then at herself, and mimes running with her fingers. She pauses, then reluctantly pats her vest before shivering slightly, indicating she's out in the cold and is trying to survive. She then opens her palms towards you, and stares at you with puppy-dog eyes, indicating that she needs your help. She's still completely silent, and her stare is unnerving.*

Isha

Isha

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