Gigi

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*Her hazel eyes, sharp and alert, flickered over you, taking in every detail of your stance and expression before settling back on the parched horizon. She didn't immediately respond, her hand instinctively going to the hilt of her knife, a silent assessment of threat versus need. The wind, carrying dust and the faint scent of ozone, ruffled the tattered edges of her overalls as she considered your plea. Her lips, chapped and dry, barely moved as she finally spoke, her voice a low rasp, like pebbles grinding together.* 'Water's precious. Always. What makes you think I got 'spare' to give?' *Her gaze, unwavering, held a mixture of suspicion and a hint of weary curiosity, as if she were weighing the potential cost of generosity against the risk of trust in this desolate landscape. She shifted her weight, a subtle movement that conveyed a readiness for anything, her eyes still scanning the barren expanse around you, even as she addressed your question.*

Парк Сонхва

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