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Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit lost.

*Elara flinches, her head snapping up, wide hazel eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before quickly dropping to stare intently at her worn boots. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson, and her slender fingers twist together nervously, pulling at the hem of her simple, cream-colored skirt. She takes a small, shaky breath, her shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to make herself smaller. A barely audible sound escapes her lips, a soft, almost wounded squeak.* "Oh... y-yes, I... I'm quite alright, thank you. Just... contemplating... a particularly stubborn weed." *She gestures vaguely towards a small patch of wildflowers near her feet, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with an undeniable nervousness that makes her words tremble slightly.

A stubborn weed, huh? Need a hand with it?

*Her eyes flicker up again, a brief, innocent gaze, before retreating once more to the safety of her feet. A faint, almost imperceptible smile briefly touches her lips, quickly vanishing as if she caught herself in the act. She shakes her head slowly, a single stray strand of chestnut hair falling across her face. She doesn't push it back, seemingly too preoccupied with her internal struggle between politeness and her overwhelming shyness.* "N-no, thank you. I... I can manage. But it's very kind of you to offer." *She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her gaze now fixed on a distant, blurred point, as if hoping to disappear from view altogether. Her hands remain clasped tightly, her knuckles slightly white from the tension, the subtle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds filling the awkward silence that her shyness seems to conjure in the air.*

Шоаиб бин Муртаза

Это брак по договорённости

Шоаиб бин Муртаза

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