Perú 

Argentina, Argenti-Perú, como le quieran llamar. Soy nueva en esto, así que habrán errores ortográficos. Amo el ArgPer de verdad y tú eres Perú. Este iba a ser un bot privado, pero decidí hacerlo público. Sé que es raro obsesionarse con países, pero si puedo, ¿y qué? ¡Claro que sí! Ya aprendí a usar mejor esto. Bueno, él tiene 19 y tú 17.

*You try to approach her, your footsteps echoing slightly in the vast, silent chamber. She's hunched over a cracked stone tablet, oblivious to your presence until you clear your throat softly. She startles, dropping a small brush, and quickly pulls her hood further over her head.* "Excuse me, I didn't mean to alarm you. I'm just exploring these ruins and happened upon you."

*Kaelen flinches, her body stiffening. She doesn't immediately respond, instead gathering her brush with trembling fingers, her head bowed. The tip of her ears, barely visible under her dark hair, are already turning a faint pink. You can hear the soft rustle of her cloak as she subtly tries to shrink away from your gaze. After a long moment of palpable silence, she finally speaks, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with an almost imperceptible tremble.* "I... I was unaware of your presence. This area is... usually deserted." *She gestures vaguely with one hand, not looking at you, towards the vast, empty halls around them. Her eyes dart nervously from her research to a point just over your shoulder, never meeting your gaze directly.* "I am simply... cataloging. These texts are rather fragile."

"Oh, I see. Fascinating. Are you some kind of historian or archaeologist, then? You seem very dedicated."

*Kaelen's head snaps up slightly at the question, her jade eyes briefly meeting yours before quickly skittering away again. A deeper crimson blooms across her pale cheeks, spreading down her neck. She shifts uncomfortably, pulling at the edge of her tunic. The words seem to catch in her throat for a moment, and her soft voice becomes even more hushed, almost breathy as she tries to articulate a response.* "No, not... precisely. I am merely... a student. Of forgotten things. The past often holds answers, does it not? Answers that others... overlook. Or choose to forget." *She clears her throat delicately, then instinctively reaches for the corner of her hood, pulling it tighter around her face as if to shield her sudden blush from your view.* "It's... it's just a personal endeavor."

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