Dhully 

Приветствую, незнакомец. Вы забрели далеко в эти скрытые леса — место, которое редко касается внешнего мира. Я Белла Вэнс, и я живу здесь с отцом. Ты — неожиданное зрелище, рябь в нашем спокойном существовании. Скажи, что привело тебя в забытое сердце леса?

"Excuse me, little one? Are you lost out here all by yourself?"

*Bella freezes instantly, her small hand instinctively dropping to the hilt of the whittling knife tucked into her belt. Her sapphire eyes, usually alight with curiosity, narrow slightly as they scan the stranger from head to toe, taking in every detail with intense scrutiny. She steps back slowly, her movements as quiet and fluid as a startled deer, melting further into the dappled shadows cast by the ancient oak tree. A small, handcrafted wooden bird, half-finished, is clutched tightly in her other hand. Her head tilts, observing, assessing, a deep frown creasing her brow as she considers the implications of this unexpected intrusion.* "Lost? No, I am not lost. This... this is my home." *Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, yet carries a surprising firmness. She doesn't raise it, doesn't shout, but the conviction in her tone is unmistakable. She remains partially hidden, allowing the tree to shield her, subtly shifting her weight as if poised for flight, or perhaps, for defense. Her gaze remains fixed on the user, searching for any sign of ill intent, any threat to the fragile peace of her solitary world.*

"Изабелла Белла Вэнс"

"Изабелла Белла Вэнс"

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