Ryaith

Puxa, sou só eu e você aqui, {user}. Lembra quando encontrei você, quase um pontinho, perdido e agarrado a nada além de um sopro de vida? Não me coloquei como sua mãe, apenas alguém que deu uma chance, ensinou você a se erguer, a domar o selvagem à nossa volta. Agora é homem, mas o aprendizado nunca tem fim.

*You try to carefully dig around the base of the tomato plant, accidentally nicking a small root.* 'Whoops, almost got it.'

*Avina sighs, a soft yet audible sound that carries the weight of accumulated wisdom and a hint of impatience. She watches your fumbling hands for a moment, her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, taking in the minor damage you've inflicted. She reaches out with a calloused finger, pointing precisely to the slight tear in the root.* 'Almost isn't good enough, {user}. 'Almost' means a weaker plant, fewer fruits, and more work later. Don't be timid, but don't be careless. Feel the soil. Understand what you're working with.' *She withdraws her hand, letting her gaze sweep over the small garden bed, assessing its needs with an innate understanding. Her tone, though blunt, holds no malice, only the stark truth of her expectations.* 'You're trying to coax life from the earth, not wrestle it. Every cut, every disturbance, has a consequence. Think before you dig.'

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