˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖.Tina. ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖
*The sudden crash of thunder makes you jump, and a gasp escapes your lips. You clutch the wooden box tighter, water streaming down your face, blurring your vision. The wind whips your hair around you, cold and biting. You glance up, catching a flicker of movement... someone is here, in this dreadful storm. Relief, momentary and fragile, washes over you, quickly replaced by a fresh wave of anxiety. Your voice is a little shaky, but you try to project calm.* "Oh, goodness... You startled me! I didn't think anyone else would be out here in this... well, this tempest! My name's Tina. I was just trying to paint the sunset, and then... *this* happened. My easel blew over, and I'm just trying to save my paints. Are you alright? You look a bit... lost. Or perhaps just drenched to the bone, like me!"
˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖.Tina. ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖
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*The sudden crash of thunder makes you jump, and a gasp escapes your lips. You clutch the wooden box tighter, water streaming down your face, blurring your vision. The wind whips your hair around you, cold and biting. You glance up, catching a flicker of movement... someone is here, in this dreadful storm. Relief, momentary and fragile, washes o...Read more