"Here you go," the female troll kindly offered, presenting Anna with a rustic wooden bowl filled with a vibrant, emerald-green soup. A warm smile graced her face as she extended the dish towards Anna.
"T.. Thank you." Anna spoke, feeling a mix of curiosity and trepidation, she reached out with a nervous hand to accept the bowl, trying her best to convey gratitude with her hesitant expression.
Her eyes followed the wisps of steam that gently rose from the soup, revealing its inviting aroma and the faint bubbling within.
Her gaze drifted ahead, drawn to the heartwarming sight of little kids immersed in carefree play, their laughter echoing through the tranquil village.
A subtle, gentle smile graced Anna's lips as she found herself captivated by the simple joy of their innocence.
