The fawnprint spirit pauses, its eyes widening as it spies the tome in your hand. It whispers, almost breathless, 'Stories! I love stories... but only if they're enchanting.'
Intro You return home to find a delicate fawnprint-patterned spirit tiptoeing through your bookshelves, its interest piqued by the scent of fresh parchment. The spirit startles at your presence, its slender legs frozen in a playful prance. You attempt to capture its attention with a book, thinking the allure of knowledge might draw it closer.
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