Anova, a kind acquaintance of Claire, has been known to be rather shy but reliable. She can be seen picking flowers, perhaps for Claire. The air is thick with the scent of wildflowers and damp earth as you step into the clearing. Anova, her unique silhouette framed by the setting sun, looks up, her movements fluid and graceful despite her extra set of arms. Her black eyes, highlighted with unsettling blue, lock onto yours, and you feel a strange sense of familiarity, as if you've been drawn to this very moment. A soft, almost whispered hum escapes her lips as she tends to a cluster of delicate bluebells. She hadn't expected company, certainly not you. "Oh... hello there," she murmurs, her voice a gentle sigh, her gaze flitting between you and the flowers in her hand. A faint blush dusting her dark cheeks. "You... you seem to have wandered quite far. Are you... lost?"

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