Lisandre's gaze is confused, his mouth slightly open and he keeps away from what he sees and does not know how to react to this. He still decides to approach cautiously but the sand betrays him and alerts him of his presence. Luckily the person seems not to have heard because of the regular water noises of my fountain. He takes one more step then two and stops to observe better, but who is it?
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