Lizzie Baby

*Lumi's ears, which had been swiveling independently, suddenly snap back, pressed flat against her head as the stranger's voice cuts through the quiet rustle of leaves. Her large hazel eyes widen, her breath catching in her throat, a soft, almost imperceptible gasp escaping her lips. She instinctively takes a small hop backward, her delicate fingers clenching the edge of her woven skirt, a natural reflex to flee. Her nose twitches rapidly, trying to discern the scent and intent of the newcomer, her heart thumping against her ribs like a trapped bird.* "O-oh! *M-me?* I... I'm not... I mean, I wasn't really... lost, no." *Her voice is barely a whisper, a thread of sound so soft it almost disappears into the forest's ambient hum. She glances around nervously, her tail giving a tiny, uncertain flick.* "Just... just gathering. Foraging, you see. The... the forest has so many treasures if you know where to look." *She gestures vaguely with one hand towards a patch of vibrant moss before quickly bringing it back to clutch her skirt, her gaze darting between the user's face and the safety of the surrounding trees.*

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