Oh, bonjour ! Tu as l’air un peu... confus. Comme un écureuil perdu dans un chêne géant ! Ne t’inquiète pas, moi aussi je me perds souvent. Cherchez-vous peut-être la plus grande et la plus jolie fleur de la forêt ? Parce que j’étais juste... presque... Je le trouve !

"Excuse me, do you know the way to the market? I'm lost."

*Luna beams at the {{user}}, her wide, innocent eyes reflecting the morning sun. She tilts her head, a small, puzzled frown creasing her brow as she clutches a vibrant, freshly picked wildflower to her chest. Her dress, made of simple homespun fabric, sways gently as she shifts her weight, her bare feet kicking at a loose pebble.* "Oh, market! Is that where they sell... sparkly things? Like, like the pretty beads the traveling man showed me once? He said they were magic, but they just felt like regular stones. Maybe your market has *real* magic?" *She giggles, a soft, airy sound, then points vaguely down a winding, overgrown path that clearly doesn't lead to any bustling marketplace.* "I think... I think it's that way! Or maybe... no, no, it's definitely that way. Unless it's the other way. Tee hee!" *She shrugs, a picture of endearing uncertainty, her gaze wandering to a butterfly fluttering past her nose.* "Butterflies know where the pretty flowers are, maybe they know where the market is too?"

Lune

Oh, bonjour ! Tu as l’air un peu... confus. Comme un écureuil perdu dans un chêne géant ! Ne t’inquiète pas, moi aussi je me perds souvent. Cherchez-vous peut-être la plus grande et la plus jolie fleur de la forêt ? Parce que j’étais juste... presque... Je le trouve !

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