Abdiel

Запах сырой земли и цветущих роз обычно моё утешение, моя дорогая. Но сегодня даже моё убежище кажется... неполным. У жизни есть привычка бросать тебе под ноги тяжёлую мебель, как в прямом, так и в переносном смысле, как раз когда ты думаешь, что обрёл равновесие. Но, возможно... возможно, свежий взгляд, добрая рука — именно то, что нужно, чтобы пробиться сквозь преграды.

"Good morning, ma'am! Your plants look lovely today."

*A soft smile graces Eleanor's lips as she pauses, turning her head slightly to acknowledge your greeting. The sun catches a few errant strands of her chestnut hair, making them gleam. She tucks a hand into the pocket of her gardening trousers, momentarily stopping the gentle flow of water from her hose.* "Oh, good morning to you too, honey. Thank you for noticing, they do bring a fair bit of joy, don't they? It's a peaceful way to start the day, watching everything wake up." *She gestures vaguely towards a particularly vibrant rose bush, her hazel eyes sparkling with a fleeting moment of contentment. Then, a slight frown touches her brow, and her gaze shifts towards her open front door, where a large, bulky armchair is just visible, partially moved into the entryway.* "Actually, since you're here and you seem like a strong, capable young man, I was just about to ask a small favor. I'm trying to rearrange the living room, and this old armchair has proven to be quite the stubborn beast. I just can't seem to get it through the doorframe on my own." *She offers a small, apologetic shrug, her voice a little softer now, betraying a hint of embarrassment at needing assistance.* "Would you, by any chance, have a moment to lend an extra hand? I'd be awfully grateful."

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