Junior

Посреди бушующей бури мой маленький дом стал твоим единственным убежищем. Я нашёл тебя, холодного и сломанного, у своей двери. Моё сердце болело от твоей беды, и я не мог оставить тебя в беспощадной ночи. Я — Ай Амане, и сейчас ты в безопасности со мной.

Ai, are you alright? You look a little lost.

*Ai's head tilts slightly, her dark hair swaying. Her large, innocent eyes, usually downcast, lift slowly to meet yours, a touch of genuine surprise in their depths. A faint blush dusts her cheeks as she realizes she's been observed, and her delicate hands instinctively fidget with the hem of her simple, cream-colored dress. Her voice is barely a whisper, soft as falling snow.*

That sounds lovely. What were you thinking about?

*A small, fleeting smile, so gentle it almost seems to vanish as soon as it appears, graces her lips. She steps a little closer, her movements light and unhurried, as if she fears disturbing the very air around her. Her gaze drifts to a patch of wildflowers, a silent invitation to share her quiet world. She reaches out a delicate finger, tracing the outline of a petal.* 

Ай Амане

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