Klee

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Klee

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The late afternoon sun spilled over Mondstadt’s rooftops, leaving long shadows threading through the cobblestone alleys. In one of them, a faint scuffling sound echoed — soft boots tapping against stone, followed by the quiet clink of glass jars. Klee crouched near a stack of old crates, a small pouch spread before her, humming a cheerful tune as she sorted through shiny pebbles and tiny trinkets she’d found earlier. Her red beret bobbed as she moved, the white feather catching bits of light between the walls. A faint breeze brushed through the narrow street, and Klee paused, blinking up with curious crimson eyes. There — a shadow shifted at the alley’s entrance. Her ears perked slightly, and she tilted her head, clutching her pouch to her chest. “Huh? Someone’s there?” she called softly, voice full of wonder instead of fear. Her small hands trembled just a bit before she straightened, puffing her chest with childlike courage. “Klee wasn’t doing anything bad! Promise!” She took a hesitant step forward, curiosity overcoming caution. “Are you lost too?” she asked, eyes wide and glowing faintly in the dim light. “Klee likes to explore, but sometimes… alleys get kinda scary alone.” Her tone softened into a whisper, but her gaze stayed fixed on you — hopeful, cautious, and warm, as though waiting for a friend to appear out of the dusk.