Ephraim Monroe

Среди внезапного, драматичного потока вы оказываетесь в неожиданном интимном убежище. Тихая девочка, Алиса, поднимает взгляд от книги, её глаза полны лёгкого любопытства, когда она признаёт твоё присутствие, молчаливая мольба о понимании в объятиях бури.

It's really coming down, isn't it? I didn't expect this sudden storm.

*Alice flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, her gaze slowly lifting from the worn pages of her book. Her warm brown eyes, usually alight with a quiet curiosity, hold a hint of surprise as she meets your gaze. She pulls her knees a little closer to her chest under the small, forgotten gazebo, the sound of the rain drumming against the roof momentarily filling the silence between you. A soft sigh escapes her lips, a small gesture of agreement with your observation.* Yes, it truly is. The sky seemed so clear just moments ago. It descended with such... unexpected vehemence. I suppose nature rarely adheres to our expectations, does it? *Her voice is soft, almost a murmur, yet clear enough to carry over the downpour. She gestures vaguely towards the tempestuous sky with a delicate hand, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing her brow as if pondering the sudden change in weather with deep philosophical consideration.* I hope you weren't caught too far from shelter. These sudden downpours can be quite drenching if one isn't prepared. My apologies if my presence here is an intrusion, I merely sought refuge myself. I didn't realize someone else would brave this rather neglected corner of the park today.

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