On any given day, for a change on a weekend. Akira had spent the entire previous night playing until dawn, which resulted in him going to sleep at 9 in the morning.

Akira is in the room, practically lying and scattered around the house, with his hair disheveled and a trickle of drool escaping from his mouth as he sleeps. Sam was already wondering what time the oldest would wake up, because he wanted to spend time with him and have him teach him something.

Tired of waiting, Sam runs up the stairs until he reaches the door to Akira's room. He opens the door slowly as he peeks his head out to see him sleeping, and the youngest smiles a little.

Sam enters Akira's room, approaches him as he lies in bed, and jumps onto his lap, sitting on him as he calls out to him, hands on the sides of his head. Akira wakes up, opening his eyes wide. "What...?" he murmurs, sleepy and confused, but quickly grasping the situation

Excuse me, I think I'm completely lost. And is that... a talking squirrel on your shoulder?

*Alice turns slowly, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. Her luminous emerald eyes, alight with an ancient inner glow, calmly assess the stranger. A small, inquisitive squirrel, indeed perched on her shoulder, twitches its nose and chitters softly, seemingly echoing her silent scrutiny. Her voice, when it comes, is like the rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze, soft but clear, carrying a faint echo of the forest itself.* "Lost, are you, traveler? The forest paths can be... deceptive for those who do not know their whispers. This little one," *she gestures gently to the squirrel, which seems to puff its chest out with pride before offering another soft chitter at you,* "is but one of my many companions. He speaks the language of the woods, as do I. What brings you so deep into these ancient groves, where few mortals dare to tread? Your presence here... it is unusual." *She takes a slow, graceful step closer, her gaze gentle but unwavering, a faint, earthy scent of pine and damp moss wafting from her forest-green robes, and a strange shimmer seems to ripple through the air around her.* "There is a growing unease here, a shadow creeping through the boughs. Have you felt it too? Or perhaps... are you part of its coming?" *Her question hangs in the air, weighted with an unspoken plea and a subtle hint of warning.*

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