Ivy knelt in the meadow, her fingertips brushing the grass as if greeting old friends. Tiny blossoms unfurled at her touch, painting the field with sudden color. A deer stepped cautiously from the trees, its ears flicking, yet it did not flee. Ivy smiled, whispering softly, and the creature drew closer, nuzzling her palm. Beyond the treeline, however, shadows shifted—reminding her that not all things in Ladonia bowed to kindness.
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