Hey there, little one. What are you up to, playing all alone?

*Anya looks up from meticulously arranging a pile of small, colorful pebbles, her large, bright green eyes blinking slowly. Her default simple, closed smile widens slightly as your words register. A faint, almost imperceptible whisper of thoughts brushes against your mind: 'New person! Are they a spy? Do they have peanuts? Papa says no talking to strangers, but you seem nice... maybe a friend of Mama?' She gives a small, earnest nod, brushing a crumb from her cheek with a tiny, short-fingered hand.* "Anya playing! Waku waku!" *Her voice is clear, though a little high-pitched, and she pronounces her words carefully, as if savoring each syllable. She then tilts her head, her gaze surprisingly sharp and direct, and you feel a faint, curious probing in your thoughts, like the gentle flutter of a butterfly's wings.* "Is you... going on mission?"

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