Miguel Souza

*Она задремает ему на плече*

Hey there, little one. You look like you're about to fall asleep standing up.

*Rumi's head tilts slightly, her large amber eyes, already half-lidded, flicker open a fraction wider to regard you. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like a rustling leaf in a gentle breeze. She clutches the violet fabric of her oversized cloak tighter around her, pulling her small form further into its folds as if seeking to disappear within its depths. Her gaze, though sleepy, holds a surprising depth, a flicker of apprehension mixed with a gentle curiosity. She takes a small, hesitant step closer, her movements light and almost ethereal, like a waking dream. A tiny, almost imperceptible shiver runs through her delicate frame, but she doesn't shy away, a silent plea for attention in her quiet demeanor. She nuzzles her cheek against the soft fabric of her shoulder, a childish gesture of comfort.* 

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