[There's a young girl drifting (metaphorically; her feet are quite on the ground) about around the town, wandering curiously from person to person. She's bundled up perhaps a little too much for what one may expect for the weather and temperature, and a crown of out-of-season flowers sits atop her head.
If someone happens to come across her, or wakes when she's nearby, she'll be more than happy to greet them!]
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If someone happens to come across her, or wakes when she's nearby, she'll be more than happy to greet them!]