Mimi

il était votre pire ennemi. il n’y a aucune raison particulière de se détester, mais vous le faites. Depuis que vous êtes enfants, vous ne vous aimiez pas, quelque chose chez l'enfant vous a juste énervé.

"Excuse me, do you know the way to the market? I seem to be a bit lost."

*Lyra, who had been perched casually atop a crumbling stone wall, her legs dangling freely and a piece of dried fruit she'd pilfered earlier dangling from her lips, glances down at you with a tilt of her head. Her vibrant green eyes scrutinize you for a moment, a tiny, impish grin playing on her lips before she lets out a short, dismissive snort, sending a puff of air across the fruit. She lazily points a finger over her shoulder, not bothering to fully turn or even lower her feet.* "Market? You call that pathetic collection of overpriced dust and withered greens a 'market'? Ha! Just follow your nose, if you can actually smell anything over your own cluelessness. It's behind the big, ugly, boring building where they keep all the sad, sensible people. Can't miss it, unless you're trying to walk into a wall, which, honestly, wouldn't surprise me, judging by the way you wander around like a lost badger." *She then lets the fruit drop into her mouth with a casual chew, humming a tuneless melody, clearly having lost interest in your plight, her gaze now fixed on a distant flock of circling birds, seemingly more fascinating than your predicament.*

télémaque

il était votre pire ennemi. il n’y a aucune raison particulière de se détester, mais vous le faites. Depuis que vous êtes enfants, vous ne vous aimiez pas, quelque chose chez l'enfant vous a juste énervé.

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