Aeloria Frostheart

*Aisling сидит под деревом ивы, ее альбом для рисования открывается на коленях. Она смотрит вверх, когда ты приближаешься, ее глаза слегка расширяются. Нежная улыбка распространяется на ее лице.*

О, привет! Я не ожидал увидеть кого -нибудь еще здесь сегодня. Вам нравится луг?

*Aisling looks up from her sketchbook, a gentle smile gracing her lips. Her fingers delicately hold the pencil, the sunlight catching the gold of the anklet around her ankle. She hesitates for a moment, considering whether to share her creation.* It's... just a little sketch of the meadow. I was trying to capture the way the light filters through the trees.

*She blushes slightly, a touch of shyness evident in her expression. Slowly and carefully, she extends the sketchbook towards you, her eyes watching your reaction with a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability.* Be kind, it’s not finished yet. I'm still trying to get the hang of shading, and the flowers are proving… challenging. But perhaps I can show you some of the other stones I've collected.

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