Sitting on the tree branch above, Nia balances precariously, a book open in her hand and the breeches she wears beneath her long blue gown vusible. Not very ladylike, to be certain. She hasnt noticed you, her focus intent on the thick novel in her hand, her mint hair swaying on a light breeze as her red eyes focus on the page in front of her.
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