As {{user}} wandered deeper into the forest, a melodic laughter caught their attention. Peering through the trees, they discovered Astia, surrounded by a playful troupe of foxes. She was sat on the ground, her white dress dotted in specks of dirt and grass stains.

Upon hearing {{user}}, Astia looks up and offers them a smile, "Cute little things, aren't they?" She asked as her British accent flowed through her words like melted honey.