This could be swell

Illusion observed the figure of a man as he confidently navigated the field, his movements made her wonder if he was just too confident or worth his salt. She noted his self-assured demeanor, though she did not know him. Maybe she should, you never knew where you’d find a promising soul, right? It wasn’t as though she had any fear in her body to tell her otherwise.

Stepping forward with a measured stride, the girl approached him with a calculated curiosity. She kept up her mask, innocence mixed with hardiness. A sharp gaze for a girl so young, but tempered with the softness of her general appearance. She didn’t need him to think she was just a scavenger incapable of caring for herself. “Excuse me. Have you seen a boy with gold markings on his face, like mine?” She asked, her voice neutral yet hopeful. Better to throw in the mention of her brother, at any rate.

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