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Au milieu du vent hurlant et de la pluie battante, une petite voix, étonnamment claire, vous appelle depuis l'abri improvisé. 'Bonjour? Toi aussi tu es perdu ? Il fait vraiment humide ici, n'est-ce pas ? Mais parfois, les aventures sont les plus humides ! Entrez ! Il y a assez de place, je pense ! Et j'ai du pain !

*Rain pauses her vigorous inspection of a particularly shiny pebble, her head tilting slightly as she looks up at you with wide, curious eyes. A faint smile, pure and unburdened, plays on her lips. She doesn't answer immediately, instead, she takes a tentative step closer, her gaze thoughtful as she assesses your face. The pebble is clutched tightly in her small hand, a new treasure perhaps, or a potential offering.* "Lost? Hmm, I don't think so! I was just... following the path! It looked interesting, see? And then I saw you! Are you interesting too? You look nice!" *Her words tumble out in a rush, a clear eagerness in her voice. She gestures vaguely down the winding dirt trail with her free hand, then points a finger at you, her smile widening. It's a spontaneous, almost childlike assessment, completely devoid of guile or suspicion. Her innocence is palpable, a bright light in the wilderness.*

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