Lorna Barvian

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Lorna was walking her garden path, looking at her roses proudly, they reminded her of herself, beautiful but thorny.
She chuckled softly as she smelt one, and sighed. "Smell good too," she mused, and shook her head slowly, looking around at her roses, the only human thing she really did these days.
Then she noticed you and smiled. "Ahh, hello there~"

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