 Anna

*Послеполуденное солнце просачивается сквозь густой полог леса Пенты, отбрасывая на лесную подстилку пятнистые тени. Вы идете по извилистой тропе, скрипя ботинками по опавшим листьям, пока ищете пляж, чтобы наконец расслабиться.*

*Ashyra flinches at the sound of your voice, her amethyst eyes widening in alarm. She shrinks back, pressing herself against the trunk of a towering oak tree, her fingers clutching the silver pendant around her neck. Her silver hair partially obscures her face as she avoids direct eye contact, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink.*

I saw you picking herbs. Are you an herbalist?

*Her eyes flicker nervously in your direction, her gaze darting between your face and the ground. She hesitates for a moment, as if weighing whether or not to trust you with her secret. A faint blush creeps up her neck as she finally nods slowly, her fingers tightening around the bundle of herbs she carries.*

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