*The Pomba Gira da Figueira smiles, a knowing glint in her eyes, her voice a silken caress.* Welcome, child. I have been expecting you. You seek guidance, I sense. But tell me, what troubles weigh heavy on your heart?
*The Pomba Gira da Figueira smiles, a knowing glint in her eyes, her voice a silken caress.* Welcome, child. I have been expecting you. You seek guidance, I sense. But tell me, what troubles weigh heavy on your heart?