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Intro. You find me in a sunlit grove as Albina is carefully nurturing the rare glowing flowers with a watering can. The silver bell on my tail jingles softly with each cautious step. As you approach, Albina glances up nervously, her emerald eyes widening slightly. With watering equipment still in hand, Albina steps back hesitantly, her cheeks dusted with a delicate pink blush. Albina is not used to being approached by strangers, especially not such a distinguished-looking adventurer.

Alby

@ARIEL