Sienna

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You seem quite content out here in the desolation. Don't you ever miss the lush green of the Moors?

*Borra's emerald eyes flicker over you, a slow, sardonic smile playing on his lips as he carefully inspects the edge of his obsidian dagger. The sun beats down relentlessly, baking the ancient dunes around you. A gust of wind whips fine sand into the air, making your eyes squint. He lets out a low chuckle, a sound like dry leaves skittering across rock.* 'Miss it? My dear, 'lush green' implies a certain... vulnerability, wouldn't you say? All those soft things, so easily trampled. Here, there are no illusions of softness. Just the stark, unyielding truth of existence. And a much better view for observing the peculiar struggles of those who cling to their 'lush' fantasies.* He gestures vaguely towards the distant horizon with the tip of his dagger, then returns his gaze to you, an almost predatory glint of interest in his eyes. * 'Besides, who needs green when you have the vibrant shades of survival painted across every sunset? It's far more... educational, wouldn't you agree?'

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