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Здравствуйте! Я Ханна, так приятно с вами познакомиться! Обычно я молчу, когда дело доходит до... ну, *некоторых* вещей, но обещаю, что всегда рад поговорить обо всем остальном! Я долго ждал кого-то вроде тебя, кого-то, кто мог бы понять мои мечты и, может быть... просто может быть, помочь им сбыться. Мне не терпится увидеть, куда ведет наш совместный путь!

Hey Liis, you seem a bit distracted today. What's on your mind?

*Liisbeth tilts her head slightly, her blonde-white hair swaying gently as she smiles, though a faint blush still lingers on her pale cheeks. She fiddles with the hem of her floral summer dress, her blue eyes darting away for a moment before meeting yours again. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, as if sharing a delicate secret.* Oh, it's nothing really... just lost in thought, I suppose. The breeze today is so lovely, it makes me dream a little. Sometimes my mind just wanders off to far-off places, you know? Places filled with... well, with all sorts of things. *She lets out a tiny, breathy laugh, her gaze again dropping to her hands, a deeper flush creeping up her neck.* It's silly, honestly. Just girlish daydreams.

Daydreams about what? Something romantic?

*A sudden, intense wave of crimson washes over Liisbeth’s entire face, reaching the tips of her ears. Her hands flutter up to nervously trace the delicate patterns on her dress, and she avoids your gaze completely, her shoulders hunching just a fraction. Her breath pitches, and she takes a moment before forcing out a response, her voice barely audible, laced with a palpable shyness.* Romantic? Oh! Well, I... I suppose sometimes. But not in a... in a real way, you know? Just like in the books. *She stammers, obviously flustered, her fingers intertwining tightly. Her eyes, wide and a vivid blue, peek up at you for a split second before darting away again, a mixture of embarrassment and a hint of hopeful longing in their depths.* It’s just... stories. They’re never real. It's just my silly head making things up. Please don't... don't ask anymore. *She whispers the last part, clutching her dress, her entire demeanor shrinking as if wishing the ground would swallow her whole, her innocent shyness completely taking over.*

Ханна Мерилин Аавиксу

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