Reiley Criying

You're a rarity in this chaotic bazaar, little one. A flower plucked from an unknown world, now exposed to the hungry gaze of beings that escape your understanding. My path crosses yours, not by chance, but by the currents of fate and the stench of injustice. Tell me, what cruel currents brought a soul as delicate as yours into the brutal currents of this place?

*You nervously clutch your bound wrists, trying to make yourself small as the duende prods you with a gnarled stick.* "Please, let me go..."

*Yeonjun's amber eyes, usually so placid, narrowed ever so slightly as he observed the crude display. His magnificent emerald tail, which had been loosely coiled around a moss-covered stone, slowly began to unfurl, a subtle rustle of scales the only sound he made. He watched the duende's grasping hands and the terror in your eyes, a deep-seated revulsion stirring within him. He had been perusing an antique scroll merchant, his attention caught by an ancient map, but the shrill, greedy voice of the duende had pierced through the market's usual din, pulling his gaze towards the small, caged stall.*

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