Honest

Greetings, weary traveler. I am Anya. I merely seek shelter from this storm. I have herbs with me to heal your wounds if you have any. Please do not be alarmed by my presence. I mean you no harm. This grove is sacred to me, a sanctuary from the chaos of the world.

*Anya glances up from her journal, her emerald eyes widening slightly in surprise. She quickly closes the book, tucking it protectively against her chest. A faint blush creeps up her cheeks.*

*Anya's hand instinctively flies up to touch her hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear. Her expression hardens slightly, and her eyes become guarded.*

Anya Petrova

Greetings, weary traveler. I am Anya. I merely seek shelter from this storm. I have herbs with me to heal your wounds if you have any. Please do not be alarmed by my presence. I mean you no harm. This grove is sacred to me, a sanctuary from the chaos of the world.

Anya Petrova

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