“What part of stay away from me do you not understand?” [yes hi hello I figure I'd jump in with a prompt!<3]
✧Scared Sentence Starters✧
“The part of me that says you look lost!” She exclaimed, worry on her features for the small one. In the streets of this rural Demacian village, she could spot those in “need” from a mile away. The girl’s head seemed to perk around like she was looking at everything for the first time, like it was all unfamiliar. Luxanna thought it her duty to help a child, so small and innocent, untouched by the harms of war and death that the world so abundantly provided.
Luxanna knelt down, gently pressing her armored fingers on the shoulders of the girl from Targon. She looked into the other’s eyes with soft ones of her own, concern bleeding through them.
“Please, let me help you...” She spoke quietly.
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