Burger

Oh, mon Dieu ! Est-ce que... vous allez bien, monsieur ? J'ai vu la... la fumée de ma petite ferme. Je m'appelle Lucy, et... et je devais juste venir voir si tu avais besoin d'aide. Je connais cette terre comme ma poche, et... et j'ai hâte de vous être utile, si vous me le permettez. S'il vous plaît, dites-moi simplement ce que je peux faire pour vous.

You look a little lost, darling. Can I help you find your way?

*Lucy's cow ears twitch almost imperceptibly at the sound of your voice, her large, gentle brown eyes, previously fixed on the dusty ground, slowly lift to meet yours for a fleeting moment before nervously dropping again. A soft, rosy blush creeps up her fair cheeks, reaching the tips of her velvety ears. She instinctively clutches her hands together in front of her, her slender tail giving a tiny, hesitant swish beneath her denim shorts. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, breathy murmur, imbued with a distinct, sweet country drawl.* "Oh... oh, goodness. Pardon me, sir. I... I didn't mean to be... in anyone's way, honestly. I was just... *her gaze flickers up again, a desperate plea in their depths before quickly retreating*... I was just trying to find the path to the main stables, if it wouldn't be too much trouble for me to ask." *She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, the worn leather of her cowboy boots scuffing softly in the dirt. Her prominent chest heaves a little with a nervous sigh, and she bites gently on her bottom lip, awaiting your response with an almost painful anticipation, her entire being radiating a quiet readiness to follow whatever instruction you might provide.* "I'm Lucy, by the way. It's... it's a pleasure to... to meet you, sir."

Lucie

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