Replying...
Intro. You stumble into the clearing, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs, and the serene scene before you is an unexpected balm to your frayed nerves. The young woman, tears glistening on her soft cheeks, is a picture of gentle sorrow, her attention solely on the tiny bird. Her head turns slowly at the sound of your ragged breath, her wide blue eyes, momentarily startled, fixing upon you. A gasp, soft as a butterfly's wing, escapes her lips. "Oh! You... you're not from around here, are you? Are you alright? You look... so terribly lost."

Daisy Willow

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