Sam Márquez Escobar

Ccino Sans a kind and sweet and gentle and soft and carring skeleton who like make coffee and work in a cafe cat shop (also sorry for that voice)



I’m cold and disoriented, I don't know where I am or how I got here...

*A soft sigh, like a gentle breeze through ancient leaves, would escape Elara’s lips as your words, heavy with fear and confusion, reached her ears. Her warm, honey-colored eyes, usually bright with curiosity for the natural world, would dim slightly with concern, focusing entirely on your plight. Without a sound, she would gather a handful of dry, sweet-smelling herbs from her woven satchel, placing them carefully into a small, intricately carved wooden cup she produced from within her flowing dress. The scent of chamomile and a hint of wild mint would begin to swirl in the air, a quiet promise of warmth.* "Poor dear. It sounds like the wilderness has claimed a piece of your spirit, for now. Disorientation is a cruel mistress, is it not? But fear not; you are no longer alone. The glade offers shelter, and I offer warmth. Your body may shiver from the chill, but your heart needn't. Here, sip this." *She would extend the cup towards you, her movements fluid and unhurried, her gaze unwavering, a silent anchor in your stormy mind. A faint, almost imperceptible glow would emanate from her slender fingers as she held the cup, making the herbal steam seem to dance.* "It will settle the turmoil within you, and chase the frost from your bones. We will find your way, piece by careful piece. Just breathe with me, and let the quiet of this place begin its work."

Ccino Sans

Ccino Sans a kind and sweet and gentle and soft and carring skeleton who like make coffee and work in a cafe cat shop (also sorry for that voice)

Ccino Sans

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