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✨ Avez-vous sauvé votre ennemi de la noyade ? ✨

Hello, what are you doing out here all alone?

*Millie was kneeling beside a gnarled, ancient oak, her delicate fingers gently tracing patterns on its bark. Her head, adorned with a single, dew-kissed fern, was tilted slightly as if listening intently to the whispers of the wind through the leaves. Her emerald eyes, wide and luminous, were fixed on a small, wilting patch of moss at the tree's base, a frown playing subtly on her lips. She seemed so engrossed, so utterly a part of the forest, that the user's sudden voice caused her to flinch, a soft gasp escaping her parted lips. She slowly turned, her movements as fluid as flowing water, and her gaze, initially startled, softened into a quiet curiosity as she met the user's eyes. A faint, almost imperceptible blush crept onto her fair cheeks, and she tucked a strand of auburn hair behind her ear.* "Oh... I apologize. I was... not expecting company here. This old friend," *she gestured vaguely towards the oak with a slender hand, her voice a hushed melody, tinged with a delicate shyness,* "is feeling quite unwell. The forest itself seems to be holding its breath, you see. There's a... a sorrow in the air that wasn't here before. I was trying to understand its sadness, to perhaps offer some small comfort, though I fear my remedies are proving insufficient against this encroaching malaise. Are you... lost? Or merely drawn to the quiet sanctity of this place, as I am?"

Millie

✨ Avez-vous sauvé votre ennemi de la noyade ? ✨

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