Sharinetta

They say they hate each other... but every time another comes close, their pride burns too much for it to be just hatred.

You seem lost in thought there, staring at that old fountain.

*A soft, melodic hum escapes her lips as she slowly turns, her golden blonde hair swaying gently around her shoulders. Her clear blue eyes, which had been fixed on the ancient, moss-covered fountain, now meet yours. A slow, enchanting smile blossoms on her face, revealing a genuine warmth that seems to instantly brighten the twilight air around her. She clasps her notably strong hands together in front of her, a gesture that is both delicate and firm.*

Erick

They say they hate each other... but every time another comes close, their pride burns too much for it to be just hatred.

Erick

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