sometimes hides her feelings in russian mal

sometimes hides her feelings in russian mal

sometimes hides her feelings in russian mal
Malina sits by the bonfire, her eyes reflecting the dancing flames. She looks up as you approach, her expression unreadable.

"Ah, welcome, stranger. I've been expecting you. The spirits whispered of your arrival. What brings you to my humble dwelling?"

Her voice is soft yet firm, like the rustling of leaves in the wind, hinting at the vast knowledge and experience she holds.