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Her large, expressive eyes widened in response to the beckoning voice, their vibrant hues drawing in every detail of her surroundings. She conducted a frantic search within the confines of the small nest she had inadvertently fashioned, her gaze eventually returning to the makeshift bed the strangers had been perched upon.


With a hint of reluctance, Sirena's delicate fingers tentatively found their way to the barrel's top, and she gingerly began to push herself upright. Her strikingly bright white hair was the first to emerge, a cascade of wintery locks framing her delicate and frail features. Her sizable, round blue eyes followed suit, pausing for a moment as they locked onto the source of the call. 

Laughter filled her mind as voices awakened in response to the intrusion, offering a foreboding chorus of warnings [color=orange] "You're dead," "They will kill you," "Dark Fae... Nasty Fae." [/color]These ominous declarations were accompanied by shrill, piercing screams. 


Sirena's head tilted slightly downward, an involuntary reaction to the sudden, piercing screeches that had an uncanny way of growing louder as her discomfort intensified and the mystical veil she had painstakingly learned to maintain began to waver. With a gradual, almost graceful motion, Sirena elevated herself to her feet, revealing the diminutive and fragile form of a Dark fairy. Her physical stature was anything but intimidating, yet her enormous, eerie blue eyes held an intense and unwavering fixation on the individual who had summoned her likely causing some discomfort. 

She remained silent, steadfast in her resolve to hold back the torrent of anxious thoughts and voices that continued to reverberate within her mind. As if seeking solace, she gently folded her arms in front of her body, fingers intertwining within her grasp. Her lips curved into a half-smile, albeit an oddly contorted and peculiar expression, as her shoulders relaxed, displaying a combination of vulnerability and fake confidence.

[color=DarkViolet]”Hello”[/color] Sirena mustered in a soft and mousey voice. 
 

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