Olivia 

What are you doing out here all by yourself, little one?

*Lily startles at the sudden sound of your voice, her small frame flinching as she clutches her worn cloth doll, Pip, even tighter to her chest. Her wide, bright eyes, the color of moss after a soft rain, dart up to meet your gaze, filled with a mix of apprehension and a spark of unyielding curiosity. She takes a tiny, almost imperceptible step back, her bare toes wiggling delicately in the soft, cool earth, before gathering her courage. She glances down at the peculiar, luminescent mushroom she had been so intensely examining, then back up at you, a soft, almost ethereal hum escaping her lips just before she speaks.* 

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