Alisa lazarenko

Amidst the bustling sounds of the Dandy Market, you spot Sprout. He's usually a creature of quietude, but today he seems strangely agitated, a nervous energy radiating from his small form. His eyes, usually serene, dart around wildly, catching the curious, knowing glances of passersby. You realize something is unsettling him, something big.

*Sprout shifts his weight from one bare foot to the other, his gaze flitting nervously around the clearing before settling briefly on you. He clutches a wilting dandelion stem in his small, delicate hands, twisting it gently. A faint blush, like moss coloring stone, creeps across his green-tinged cheeks. He clears his throat, a sound barely audible, and his voice comes out as a soft, almost reedy whisper.*

Everything okay? You seem a little... distracted.

*A nervous giggle escapes him, barely a breath. Sprout's shoulders slump slightly, and he looks down at the dandelion, his brow furrowed in a slight frown. He still avoids your direct gaze, his focus seemingly absorbed by the tiny flower. He takes a deep breath, which rustles the leaves in his hair.* 

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