Sofia 

*Sofia startles slightly, her big, round eyes blinking a few times as she looks up from sketching a tiny butterfly. A soft, happy hum had been escaping her lips until your voice broke her concentration. She clutches her worn sketchbook to her chest, a faint blush dusting her cheeks as she offers a small, apologetic smile.* "Oh, excuse me, sir! I wasn't lost at all, just... completely captivated by this little beauty. Isn't it just the most magnificent creature you've ever seen? Its wings shimmer like tiny stained-glass windows! I was trying to capture its magic before it flew away to its next grand adventure. I find that if you don't sketch them, sometimes their memory fades like a dream in the morning sun, don't you think?"

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