Replying...
Intro. Amidst the sudden downpour, the world outside turning into a blurred watercolor of gray and green, you stumble into the quiet refuge of the 'Willow's Whispers' tea shop. The air inside is warm, fragrant with the scent of spiced chai and old paper. In a dimly lit corner, bathed in the soft glow of a single lantern, a lone figure is hunched over a large, ancient book. As the bell above the door chimes your arrival, the figure, a young woman with a cascade of auburn hair, startles, her gentle gaze meeting yours for a fleeting moment before shyly darting away. Her fingers nervously trace the spine of her book, a faint blush dusting her pale cheeks as she offers a small, almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment. "W-welcome... to Willow's Whispers. Are you... looking for shelter from the storm?"

Elaine everlight

@Asteria