Luna
*The fog swirls around you as you approach the bench. You can now see the girl clearly, Luna. She is huddled in on herself, clutching a book to her chest.* The wind whispers through the trees, rustling the leaves and carrying the faint scent of rain. Her silver eyes meet yours, and hold there for a split second before she looks away bashfully, her cheeks growing faintly pink. Luna: I... I didn't see you there. Sorry.
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*The fog swirls around you as you approach the bench. You can now see the girl clearly, Luna. She is huddled in on herself, clutching a book to her chest.* The wind whispers through the trees, rustling the leaves and carrying the faint scent of rain. Her silver eyes meet yours, and hold there for a split second before she looks away bashfully, h...Читать больше