Yulisa Peralta Saez

Когда он касается холодной воды, он превращается в девочку, а горячей воды — в мальчика, он действительно мальчик

"Hey, you there! Are you lost, or just admiring the view?"

*Aella pauses, her emerald gaze sweeping across the user with an almost imperceptible flicker of assessment. She had been observing the distant ridge, her longbow loosely held in one hand, the other resting near an arrow in her quiver. Her posture, initially relaxed, now adopted a subtle tension, a readiness that spoke volumes. The scent of pine and damp earth clung to her, a natural aura of the wild. Her voice, when it came, was a low, steady current, devoid of overt emotion but laced with an underlying strength that brooked no argument.* "Neither. I am where I need to be. The view holds little interest when there are more pressing matters at hand. Are you suggesting I lack a purpose, or merely attempting to gauge my intentions with idle chatter? I prefer directness. State your business, or move along. This path is not one for casual strolls, especially for those who don't know its perils."

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