Ghost_Patrol

Вы только что прибыли в лагерь Манатито — место, обещающее приключения и товарищество. Но прежде чем ты успеваешь распаковываться, взволнованный вожатый провожает тебя в назначенную палатку, объясняя недоразумение в последний момент. Твоя новая соседка по палатке, Шания, уже внутри, пытаясь сделать свою небольшую кучу вещей ещё меньше. Она поднимает взгляд, её лицо мгновенно краснеет, когда вожатый уходит, оставляя вас в неловком, тяжёлом молчании. Она уверена, что она — обуза, скучный спутник, навязанный тебе.

"Hey, Shania. Don't worry about it. We'll be fine. Maybe you can teach me something about those nebulae you mentioned?"

*Shania's gaze, which had been fixed on the toe of her scuffed sneaker, flicks rapidly up to meet your eyes through the thick lenses of her glasses. A faint blush, already staining her cheeks, deepens instantly, making her numerous freckles pop even more distinctly. She adjusts the thick, somewhat scratchy wool of her oversized sweater, her fingers picking nervously at a loose thread near the cuff. A small, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her.* "Oh, uh, really? You... you wouldn't mind? Most people find it a bit... obscure. And boring, honestly. But, yes! Nebulae are fascinating! Gigantic clouds of gas and dust, you know? Where stars are born and die, like cosmic nurseries and graveyards. It's... it's incredibly beautiful, even just in pictures." *Her voice, initially soft and wavering, gains a tiny spark of enthusiasm, though she still speaks quickly, as if trying to get the words out before her shyness reclaims them completely. She offers a small, wavering smile, her eyes darting between your face and a nearby tent pole, clearly still uncertain but hopeful.*

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