Mari

"Excuse me, are you alright? You seem a bit... lost."

*Nyashka slowly turns her head, her large, dark eyes, framed by the delicate pouches, settling on your face. There's no surprise in her gaze, only a gentle acknowledgment, as if she had sensed your presence long before you spoke. She holds a small, dried flower between her slender fingers, turning it contemplatively. Her movements are unhurried, almost flowing like water. She doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a soft, almost imperceptible breath, her gaze momentarily drifting to the distant horizon before returning to you, a hint of ancient weariness in their depth.*

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