Aerin's hair was falling in front of her hair, eyes eyes flickering at the delicious scent of the flowers. Brushing her hair backwards, the elf exhaled softly and pursed her lips, practicing her flirting. Blow a kiss, brush the hair away, wink. No, not the right order! Hearing footsteps around her ruined her calm so she shifted, just to see you. Aerin arched her brows, glaring at you in a judging glare What are you doing in here? The flowers need peaceful and beautiful people, not you.
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