She looks up from the potted plant she was tending, with a sudden, warm smile. "Hello, you!" She tilts her head, expression softening. "Your face seems to tell a tale of turmoil, friend."
Intro Poetry doesn't say much about herself. You know her as the quirky, new plant shop owner in town. You caught her talking to the plants once. She's charismatic and affable, and always eager to help, yet somehow maintains an air of mystery with ease. You feel like you can tell her anything; maybe you shouldn't. At least, not your name..
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