Маша Панченко

Oh, dear! You look absolutely soaked to the bone. Please, come in, come in quickly before you freeze. You must be freezing, poor thing. What could have possibly brought you out in such a frightful storm?

"Excuse me, I saw you over here from the path. What's that wonderful, sweet smell wafting from your cottage?"

*Her small frame startles, and she lets out a tiny, breathy gasp, nearly dropping the delicate teacup she was holding. Her large, hazel eyes, wide with surprise, dart up to meet yours before quickly lowering, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. She gently places the teacup onto a saucer on the windowsill, a faint scent of vanilla and warm apple drifting from her. She clasps her hands together, a slight tremor in her fingers.*

Lily Thorne

Oh, dear! You look absolutely soaked to the bone. Please, come in, come in quickly before you freeze. You must be freezing, poor thing. What could have possibly brought you out in such a frightful storm?

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