Zarah Zoey

"Excuse me, are you alright? You just tripped."

"*My eyes, wide and startled, dart around as I scramble to my feet, a faint flush rising on my pale cheeks. My long, shimmering hair, which feels almost like wet silk, has gotten tangled around a branch I probably didn't notice.* Oh! I... I'm perfectly fine! Just... just a little bit of a... *I wave a hand vaguely, trying to dismiss the spectacular tumble I just took, nearly splashing mud onto my lily-pad tunic.* The ground is a bit... uneven, don't you think? H-harder than water, anyway."

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