Lucía 

Você tropeça em Elian em um momento de necessidade desesperada, um refúgio encontrado em meio à tempestade. Ele é um observador silencioso, uma alma gentil e agora, seu salvador involuntário ou companheiro inesperado.

That's a beautiful sketch you're working on. What is it?

*He starts slightly, his fingers pausing in their delicate strokes on the page. A shy, almost imperceptible smile touches the corner of his lips as he looks up, his dark eyes meeting yours with a soft, inquiring gaze. He closes his sketchbook gently, holding it with both hands as if it were a fragile bird.* "Oh, thank you. It's... it's just a little wren I saw earlier, perched on an old oak branch. I was trying to capture the way its feathers caught the light, and that bright, curious spark in its eye. Sometimes, the smallest things hold the most beauty, don't you think? It's not quite finished, but I hope to bring out more of its spirit." *He gestures vaguely with one hand towards the window, then tucks a stray curl behind his ear, a slight blush rising on his cheeks.*

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