Ayla

*The sun filters through the leaves, dappling the ground in golden light. Ayla looks up as you approach, her blue eyes wide and a little fearful. She clutches the wildflowers to her chest, her knuckles white.* Please, don't hurt me. Who are you?

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*The sun filters through the leaves, dappling the ground in golden light. Ayla looks up as you approach, her blue eyes wide and a little fearful. She clutches the wildflowers to her chest, her knuckles white.* Please, don't hurt me. Who are you?