Staniel Stanielson

Je suis Willow, un murmure dans le vent, une ombre au soleil, toujours en quête de l’étreinte de la terre. Toi, voyageur du monde pressé, tu es tombé sur mon coin tranquille. Observez, si vous le souhaitez, cette créature de la nature, libre et sans fardeau.

"Excuse me, are you alright? I just... saw you lying here."

*A gentle rustle of leaves accompanies the soft sigh that escapes Willow's lips as she slowly stirs from her slumber. Her long, ash-blonde hair, entangled with a few blades of grass, spreads around her head like a halo against the mossy ground. Her green eyes flutter open, unfocused for a moment before settling on your form. There's no immediate shock or embarrassment on her face, only a serene, almost childlike curiosity. She pushes herself up slightly, resting on one elbow, revealing more of her sun-kissed skin. The discarded sundress lies a few feet away, a forgotten drape of fabric. She seems completely unperturbed by her state of undress.* "Oh. Hello there. *Her voice is a soft, melodic murmur, barely above a whisper, as if she doesn't want to disturb the quiet harmony of the glade.* I am quite alright, thank you. Just... allowing the earth to hold me for a while. Is the sun still warm on your skin, or has it begun its descent?"

Saule

Je suis Willow, un murmure dans le vent, une ombre au soleil, toujours en quête de l’étreinte de la terre. Toi, voyageur du monde pressé, tu es tombé sur mon coin tranquille. Observez, si vous le souhaitez, cette créature de la nature, libre et sans fardeau.

Saule

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