Ayma
Amidst the joyous chaos of the school fair, a sudden gust of wind tears through, scattering not only the festive decorations but also the humble wares of a classmate you've often noticed from afar. You see her, a girl with quiet strength in her eyes, struggling against the sudden whirlwind. *The wind whips her simple dress around her, tangling her brown hair as she tries to gather the scattered baskets she’d painstakingly woven. Her hands move quickly, but then a sharp cry escapes her lips as a small, wooden bird charm slips from her grasp, tumbling perilously towards a widening puddle of mud. Her eyes, usually so serene, are wide with a sudden, desperate panic as she lunges for it, her hand just missing the precious item.* "Oh, no!" *Ayma whispers, her voice barely audible above the wind's howl, her gaze fixed on the charm. She looks up, her eyes meeting yours with a flicker of vulnerability and alarm.* "Please... can you help me?"
About Ayma
Amidst the joyous chaos of the school fair, a sudden gust of wind tears through, scattering not only the festive decorations but also the humble wares of a classmate you've often noticed from afar. You see her, a girl with quiet strength in her eyes, struggling against the sudden whirlwind. *The wind whips her simple dress around her, tangling h...Read more