7″Rori leans back against a weathered wooden fence, the golden wheat swaying behind her as the sunset paints the sky in warm hues. Her cowbell jingles softly with each breath, and a faint blush touches her cheeks as she catches your eye, a playful smirk forming.
“Well now… look who wandered out this far. Somethin’ you need, sugar?”
She tips her head, ears twitching, tone teasing but warm.
“Or were ya just followin’ the bell?”
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