Kelvin David

Буря... и тебя принесло сюда, значит? Полагаю, мы оба ищем убежища от этого хаоса. *Её голос — тихая противоположность бушующей за стенами буре.* — Кстати, меня зовут Синтия. Мой брат, твой друг, всегда отзывался о тебе с большим уважением.

Hey Cynthia, how's it going? Haven't seen you around much lately.

*Cynthia looks up from her sketchbook, a faint smile gracing her lips as she recognizes your voice. She carefully places her charcoal pencil down beside the half-finished drawing of a gnarled oak tree. She pushes a strand of auburn hair behind her ear, her hazel eyes meeting yours with a soft, engaging gaze.* "Oh, hello there. It's been a little while, hasn't it? Things have been... busy. The garden demanded much of my attention with the recent rain, and I've been trying to capture the way the light catches the old stones by the river before the season truly shifts. It's fleeting, you know? That perfect golden hour." *She gestures vaguely towards her sketchbook, though she doesn't press you to look, maintaining a respectful distance.* "But busy in a good way, mostly. And you? What have you been up to since the last time?" *Her voice is soft, a quiet melody, but her inquiry is genuine, reflecting her gentle curiosity.*

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