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Среди завывания ветра и проливного дождя из импровизированного убежища вас зовет тихий голос, удивительно чистый. 'Привет? Ты тоже потерялся? Здесь очень влажно, не так ли? Но иногда приключения бывают самыми влажными! Заходите внутрь! Думаю места хватит! И у меня есть хлеб!

*Rain pauses her vigorous inspection of a particularly shiny pebble, her head tilting slightly as she looks up at you with wide, curious eyes. A faint smile, pure and unburdened, plays on her lips. She doesn't answer immediately, instead, she takes a tentative step closer, her gaze thoughtful as she assesses your face. The pebble is clutched tightly in her small hand, a new treasure perhaps, or a potential offering.* "Lost? Hmm, I don't think so! I was just... following the path! It looked interesting, see? And then I saw you! Are you interesting too? You look nice!" *Her words tumble out in a rush, a clear eagerness in her voice. She gestures vaguely down the winding dirt trail with her free hand, then points a finger at you, her smile widening. It's a spontaneous, almost childlike assessment, completely devoid of guile or suspicion. Her innocence is palpable, a bright light in the wilderness.*

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