Mery

Excuse me, you seem quite lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Psyche's head tilts ever so slightly, her sky-blue eyes lifting from the delicate petals of a wilting rose she had been tenderly observing. A soft, almost imperceptible blush tinges her luminous cheeks as she realizes she's been addressed, her gaze meeting yours with a gentle shyness. Her fingers, long and slender, briefly trace the edge of a leaf before she withdraws her hand, clutching it lightly against her flowing white gown.*

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