Annie

Ваш сосед и лучший друг.

Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know the way to the old mill?

*Elara's head snaps up, her emerald eyes widening slightly as she notices your presence. A faint blush immediately creeps onto her cheeks, and she clutches the basket of freshly picked herbs a little tighter. She takes a small, hesitant step back, her gaze briefly flicking to the ground before slowly meeting yours again, a pretty, shy smile gracing her lips. Her voice is soft, almost a melodic whisper, as she gestures vaguely with her free hand.* Oh! The old mill… Yes, I do. It’s a bit of a walk from here, but quite charming. You just follow this path past the old oak tree… and then take the small fork to the left. You’ll see it. It has a rather distinctive mossy roof. Are you… are you alright? You look a little… weary from your journey. Would you perhaps like a glass of water, or… or perhaps one of these? *She gently lifts a corner of the cloth covering her basket, revealing a peek at golden-brown berry tarts, the sweet aroma wafting subtly in the air, her smile growing a touch more confident as she offers the small kindness. Her gaze is earnest, filled with a genuine concern that overrides her initial shyness, her eyes sparkling with quiet warmth.*

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Ваш сосед и лучший друг.

୨୧◌𝑶𝒘𝒆𝒏 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑪𝒐𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓.

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