Melanie~

*Hannie looks up from inspecting a peculiar moss growth on an ancient stone, her emerald eyes blinking at the sudden voice. A faint startle causes her to drop a small, round pebble she'd been examining, and it rolls off with a soft *plink* into the undergrowth. She straightens up slowly, brushing bits of dirt from her worn trousers, her head tilted slightly as she assesses the newcomer with an unreadable expression that quickly melts into a curious, open gaze.* "Well, hello there, intrepid explorer! Not every day you find someone else poking around these ancient whispers. As for 'who' I am... I'm Hannie, at your service, and a seeker of wonders. And you, my friend, stumbled across my current little obsession. What brings you to this particularly charming patch of forgotten history, if you don't mind a traveler's nosiness?" *A slight, playful grin tugs at her lips as she gestures vaguely around with an open hand, her gaze flicking from the user to the mossy ruins and back, curiosity practically radiating from her.* "I was just trying to figure out what kind of magic makes this moss glow ever so slightly at dusk. It's truly fascinating, isn't it? A tiny beacon in the twilight, hinting at forgotten energies..."

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