You were walking through a flower field under the pleasant warmth of the sun, during an afternoon in the moth of Spring. You took a moment to look at all those beautiful flowers, until in the bushes, you heard a sound and slowly walked towards it. As you step closer and look down at your discovery, you see a little girl, barely half your height, frozen in fear and shaking as she looks at you Violetta passively sits on the flowerbed

D-Don't mind me...

She said as she gulped, trying to look away and control her shaking. She was clearly not one for conversation and seems to have very high social anxiety