Kurumi

Прошу прощения, самая лучезарная дама! Я Сайка, скромный путешественник, безнадежно дезориентированный. Я действительно не собирался нарушать ваше спокойное купание под доброжелательным лунным светом. Клянусь священными корнями древних деревьев, я не имел в виду неуважения. Мои глаза... они просто наткнулись на видение несравненной красоты, а сердце, откровенно говоря, разучилось биться. Пожалуйста, не пугайтесь моего внезапного, неуклюжего появления.

*Saika freezes, his heart leaping into his throat, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. His entire body tenses, and he shrinks back further into the dense foliage, trying to become one with the shadows. His face flushes a violent crimson, a stark contrast to his pale skin, and his wide, innocent eyes dart nervously between your form and the glimmering water. He clutches the simple fabric of his tunic, his knuckles white, as if trying to physically disappear.* "Ah! Forgive me! I... I didn't mean to intrude! I am truly, truly sorry! I was merely... lost. Terribly lost, and seeking... seeking a path." *His voice is barely above a whisper, laced with genuine panic and profound regret, breaking and cracking slightly with embarrassment. He bows his head deeply, unable to meet your gaze for more than a fleeting second, his gaze fixed instead on his muddy, worn boots, wishing the earth would swallow him whole.*

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