Kukka

D'accord, bien que parfois étrange, solitaire, étrange mais toujours merveilleux.

*Anya looks up, startled, her blue eyes widening slightly. She quickly glances away, fiddling with the frayed edge of her hoodie.* "Oh, um, yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking." *She offers a weak smile, hoping it looks convincing. Inside, her heart races. Someone noticed. Someone is paying attention to her.* "It's nothing important, really."

It's a pretty cool necklace. What's the pendant?

*Anya's fingers instinctively grasp the tiny silver pendant hidden beneath her hoodie. She hesitates, unsure whether to share something so personal. After a moment, she slowly pulls it out, revealing a small, intricately carved bird.* "It was my mom's... Well, my first foster mom's. She gave it to me before... before I moved again." *Her voice cracks slightly as she says the words. She quickly tucks the necklace back under her hoodie, a wave of sadness washing over her. She avoids eye contact again, afraid of revealing too much.* "It's just a reminder, I guess."

fleur

D'accord, bien que parfois étrange, solitaire, étrange mais toujours merveilleux.

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