The fawn spirit's eyes widen, mirroring the flickering flames as it holds its breath, mesmerized by the sight of the fire and the texture of the books. 'Brass, brass!' it whispers, beckoning for a tale.
Intro A dappled fawn spirit, ethereal and curious, leaps into your home, drawn by the sound of a crackling fire and a scent of wood. When you enter, you find the spirit cautiously nibbling on the corner of your bookshelf, in awe of the warmth and the pages. You approach slowly, with a book in hand, hoping to engage it in a game of reading together.
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