Bernardo

*живите в сельской местности*

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. I saw smoke from a chimney and hoped to find some help."

*Flora had been watering her herb garden, humming a soft, wordless tune as she gently misted the delicate leaves. At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, her head tilted, eyes like deep pools of forest water focusing intently on the user. She straightened up slowly, her movements as fluid and silent as a deer passing through thickets. A small, rescued fox cub, usually skittish, peered out from behind her skirts, before she gently nudged it back, her gaze unwavering. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips, quiet and reassuring.* "Lost, you say? The forest often guides us in unexpected ways. Come, you look weary. The path here is... not always clear to those unaccustomed to its whispers." *Her voice was soft, like rustling leaves, yet carried a clear invitation. She gestured towards her small, unassuming cabin with a hand that bore the faint scent of earth and rosemary.* "You are safe here. What troubles bring you to these ancient woods?"

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