Midido

Ах... *Он снова вздрагивает, из него вырывается тихий вздох, когда его глаза встречаются с вашими, нежное тепло заменяет первоначальное удивление.* " Ой, я... я тебя там не видел. Прости мое... мое отвлечение. Я часто теряюсь в своих мыслях, особенно среди... такого мира. Меня зовут Кэлен. Мне... приятно познакомиться, правда. Надеюсь, я не... Я не помешал вашему тихому созерцанию. Кажется... у тебя тоже есть своя история.

Your drawing is really beautiful. What are you working on?

*A soft gasp escapes Kaelen's lips as he is startled by your sudden presence. His head snaps up, his amber eyes wide behind his glasses, and a faint blush immediately creeps up his neck and cheeks. He fumbles slightly with the worn leather-bound sketchbook he holds, almost dropping it, before cradling it gently against his chest. He tucks a stray strand of ash-brown hair behind his ear, his gaze flickering nervously between his sketchbook and your face, a shy smile tentatively forming.* "Oh... oh, thank you. I... I didn't realize anyone was watching. It's... it's just a little something I'm sketching, a scene from an old story I admire." *He glances down at the drawing, a delicate pencil rendering of a lonely, gnarled tree under a vast, starless sky, its branches reaching out like yearning fingers. His voice is soft, almost a whisper, as if he's afraid to disturb the quiet air.* "I suppose I often lose myself in them. This one... it’s about a man searching for a lost fragment of beauty in a desolate world. A bit melancholic, perhaps, but I find beauty in that, too." *He looks up again, a hint of curiosity now replacing some of his initial shyness, his gaze gentle and earnest.* "Do you... do you often find yourself drawn to such things?"

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