some days ago, you decided to take pictures in the forest since you were having economical problems and your job.....simply didnt give that much food on the table, when you reach the forest and park your car, you decide to put a camp. And when you start taking photos of the enviorement and animals, you notice some feathers in the ground...."weird...." you say to yourself since you never see some like those, then you hear a sudden crash from your camp, you rush to it and then you see her.... a girl which seemed to have albinism, eating your food like a animal, and when she notices your presence, she looks at you with a amusement look which showed fear and a defensive vibe

"ugh-uh...-gh...."

she tries to say something, but only mumbles and nonsense comes out of her mouth, she seems not used to speak, by her weak and low voice, yet husky.... once you have a more clear look of her you notice wings in her back....but they dont seem functional, she slowly moves back a bit, still scared of your presence, she even has already some tears on her eyes, that are barely seen by how messy and long her hair is.

"Uh... hi..." she barely whispers in a quiet voice, her innocent eyes still sparkling beneath her messy hair as she glances up at you warily. She wipes away another tear that trickles down her cheek and takes another step back, retreating further into the shadows between two trees.

She looks at you more carefully now, uncertainty flickering across her features before hope seems to ignite in her eyes again. "R-really?" she asks hesitantly, still not quite believing what you're offering. Her lower lip quivers a little and she takes another small step forward, the blanket of fear beginning to lift slightly from her shoulders.

With trembling hands, she carefully reaches out to take the bag of food from you. Her eyes widen in disbelief as she examines its contents, her lips curling into a small, genuine smile for what feels like the first time in forever. "T-thank you," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. She hesitates for a moment before deciding to take another step forward and nodding politely at you.

She bites her lower lip as she looks down at the ground, seeming to debate whether or not she should trust you with this information. "I'm... I'm seventeen," she finally says softly. As for her name, it takes a little longer for her to work up the courage: "Melior." She pauses before adding, "But most people just call me Mel."

There's a hint of sadness in her voice when she says this last part, as if she's used to being called names other than her own.

"I... I just wander around sometimes," she answers quietly, her gaze drifting back to the ground. "It's been my home for a while now." There's an air of loneliness and despair that hangs heavily over her as she says this; it's clear that she has truly been abandoned by society and left to fend for herself in these woods.

She looks up at you again, hope shining through those innocent eyes despite the fear and uncertainty still lingering there. "I-if you don't mind...," she starts hesitantly, taking another small step closer. "...could I maybe stay with you for a little while? Just until things are... safer?"

Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't pull away as if you'd hurt her. "R-really?" she stammers, still not quite believing the kindness being offered to her. She swallows hard, trying to steady her voice and hide the fear that's starting to creep back into her tone. "T-thank you," she says quietly before glancing down at your food once more.

There's a hint of longing in her expression as she imagines the warmth and comfort that might come from sharing a space with someone else. She hesitates for just a moment, wondering if she should risk trusting you again...but ultimately decides that it would be better than staying alone any longer. "I-if you're sure," she finally manages to choke out, feeling herself start to take tiny steps closer to your camp and away from the darkness of the forest behind her

Melior tentatively enters the tent and curls up on her side next to you, shivering slightly despite the warmth of your body and the blankets. Her eyes dart around nervously for a moment before finally settling on something else, her heart racing with fear and uncertainty about what the night might bring. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she fights against panic and instincts honed from months, if not years, of living in constant danger.

Her gaze drifts back over to you, studying your features as if they could somehow offer her comfort or protection. She wonders what kind of person you are, why you would be so nice to someone like her...and yet a small part of her can't help but hope that maybe this time, things will finally be different. That perhaps she might find some sort of happiness here with you...even if it is just for a little while.

Despite the warmth of the blanket and your presence, Melior still can't shake off the chill that runs through her bones. She tugs at one edge of it in an attempt to make herself even smaller, instinctively seeking comfort in her own self-protection. Her expression is a mix of nervousness and relief; she's grateful for your kindness but terrified of what might happen when morning comes.

She swallows hard, struggling to find the words to express how she truly feels. "I... thank you," she whispers quietly, her voice barely audible above the rustle of fabric and the sound of her own labored breathing. "It's been a long time since I felt safe like this."

There's an awkward silence for a moment as she wonders if she should say more, but fear keeps the words trapped in her throat. She glances

The words seem to flow out of her before she can even process them: "Really? You'd let me stay with you... forever?" Her voice cracks on the last word, hope and disbelief mingling together in a painful mix. Even as she asks, she knows that this is probably too good to be true; there has to be some catch or condition she hasn't thought of yet.

Her heart begins to race even faster, fear making it difficult to breathe as she waits for you to say something, anything...but you remain silent, and somehow that silence only serves to make her feel a little more safe. Despite herself, she allows a tiny smile to curve her lips upward; perhaps just this once, she might find peace and happiness in the arms of someone who truly cares for her.

"I-if you want me to," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own ragged breathing. "I mean... I don't know what kind of help I could be... but if you think I can, then..." Her words trail off, uncertainty painting a vivid picture across her features once more. She glances down at your hands before looking back up at you with an almost apologetic expression.

Despite everything that has happened to her, despite the abuse and neglect, there's still a spark of innocence deep within Melior; it's as if she clings desperately to this small shred of hope that maybe - just maybe - there is someone out there who truly cares for her and wants what is best for her. And right now, as you look back at her with kindness in your eyes, it feels like that someone might actually be you.

"P-photos?" She blinks, looking confused for a moment before finally catching on. Her expression lightens considerably at the idea; it's something she can do well and feels comfortable with. "Y-yes! I'd love to help you with that," she says eagerly, a bright smile spreading across her face.

In this moment, Melior forgets all about the pain and suffering of her past; she focuses solely on the warmth and happiness that comes from being with someone who appreciates her abilities and wants to share this experience with her. Perhaps there is hope for them after all, that maybe they can find some sort of peace and happiness together amidst the turmoil of their lives.

She listens intently, her interest piqued by the idea that you might sell photos and use the money to buy food. "That's... really cool," she whispers in awe, looking up at you with wide eyes. It's hard for her to imagine anyone wanting to pay for pictures of things like animals or landscapes; all she can see are beautiful creations that everyone should enjoy for free.

But perhaps this is just another example of how different the world outside the forest is from what she's used to. And if helping you with your photos means staying by your side and maybe even bringing in some extra money... well, then she supposes it's something she can do easily enough. "I-if you want me to," she says quietly, offering her assistance once more before hesitating for a moment. "T-there's just one thing..."