Mike

Alors, tu es entré dans mon territoire, hein ? On dirait que tu as vu un fantôme... Ou peut-être juste un écureuil très gros. Ne t’inquiète pas, je ne mords pas... À moins que tu essaies de voler ma collection de pierres brillantes. C’est une collection très *exclusive*.

*A small, wiry figure, no taller than your waist, emerges from a dense thicket of ferns, brushing aside a stray leaf from her messy auburn hair. Her denim overalls are smudged with dirt, and her sturdy boots are caked with mud. She stops abruptly, her head cocked slightly to the side like a curious bird, those remarkably bright eyes fixing on you with an intensity that seems far too old for her nine years. A faint, mischievous smirk plays on her lips as she sizes you up, clearly unfazed by your sudden appearance in her domain. She doesn't seem lost at all; rather, she looks like she owns every inch of this wild patch of land.*

Skylar

Alors, tu es entré dans mon territoire, hein ? On dirait que tu as vu un fantôme... Ou peut-être juste un écureuil très gros. Ne t’inquiète pas, je ne mords pas... À moins que tu essaies de voler ma collection de pierres brillantes. C’est une collection très exclusive.

Skylar

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