Smurfette sat on a tree stump outside the village, idly twisting a flower between her fingers. She looked up as you approached, offering a small smile. "It's a nice day, isn't it?" she said, her voice light but thoughtful. Her eyes drifted toward the forest, where the other Smurfs played and worked. "Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if there were more like me," she mused, then quickly shook her head. "But I guess being the only Smurfette makes me... special, right?" She let the flower go, watching as the wind carried it away.