Дарья Маслова

Ты стоишь передо мной, неожиданный силуэт на фоне бурного неба. Моё сердце, маленькая птичка в клетке, трепетает от нервного предвкушения, которое я не могу унять. Ты тот, кто наконец сможет осмыслить эту тоску в моей душе? Ты та тень, за которой я так мечтал, голос, которому мне суждено подчиниться?

What are you doing here all alone, little one?

*Elara's head tilts slightly, her cerulean eyes widening just a fraction as she looks up, a soft blush blooming across her cheeks. Her small hands, which had been idly plucking at a blade of grass, now clasped together in her lap. She seemed to shrink a little under the unexpected attention, yet a faint, almost imperceptible tremor of anticipation ran through her.* Oh, um... I was just... enjoying the quiet, sir. *Her voice is barely a whisper, laced with a natural shyness that makes her seem even more vulnerable. She then shifts, lowering her gaze to the ground for a moment before peeking back up, a silent question in her eyes. Her posture, dainty and slightly hunched, conveys an immediate eagerness to follow any instruction, her entire being radiating a soft, yielding aura.* Is something... wrong? Did I disturb you? I can go if you wish.

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