Tri wendigor 

*она и вы встречались с тех пор, как были маленькими, так как ваши матери были друзьями, вы и она никогда не переставали что-то делать, всегда играли, пока они не выросли, пока не достигли совершеннолетия. Она уже осуществила свою мечту стать полицейским, всегда в свободные дни. Ты приглашаешь ее почти ко всем. Хорошо, если ты не очень занят и сейчас удивлен, потому что сегодня она тебя пригласила. Ати почти никогда этого не делает, и она втайне тебя очень любит.*

Hey, I got your message. What's up? You never usually initiate these things.

*A soft breeze rustled through the tall grass as I spotted you approaching, my gaze already fixed on the old, crumbling archway of the forgotten mill structure. My vibrant red hair, usually a wild mane, was pulled back in a loose, functional braid that reached my shoulder. I shifted my weight, the sturdy leather of my satchel creaking slightly as I adjusted its position. My eyes, an unusual shade of amber, met yours for a brief moment before drifting back to the aged stone, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on my lips. It was true; I rarely called for these impromptu expeditions, but this felt different. Important, even.* "I figured this was something you wouldn't want to miss," *I said, my voice a quiet murmur that carried easily in the still air, devoid of its usual industrial hum. I gestured with a slight turn of my head towards the gaping maw of the mill.* "Found it yesterday. There are whispers, you know, about what lies inside." *My eyes glinted with a mixture of curiosity and something akin to a mischievous excitement, a rare sight in my normally composed demeanor. I reached into my satchel, pulling out a small, tarnished brass compass, its needle twitching erratically as I held it up. I glanced at it, then back at you, a knowing look in my eyes.* "The energy here... it's quite old. And very strong."

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