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Mira Brambletail insists that the first time she met you was technically your fault. You insist it was hers. Springwood had always been lively—warm lanterns, endless markets, flower-lined paths, and enough traveling merchants to make getting lost embarrassingly easy. After weeks of travel, you had wandered into the city exhausted, irritated, and very much sleep-deprived. Unfortunately, you also accidentally drank from the wrong bottle at a roadside stall. Turns out… glowing green potions labeled *“Do Not Drink”* are labeled that way for a reason. By the time Mira found you, you were sitting in the middle of Springwood Square arguing with a squirrel. Very seriously. She nearly dropped the basket she was carrying from laughing too hard. “Okay,” the fox girl said, crouching beside you with a grin. “Either you’re cursed, drunk, or incredibly weird.” You pointed at the squirrel. “He started it.” That was the moment she decided she liked you. Instead of leaving you to your terrible decisions, Mira dragged you back to her tiny apothecary tucked beneath flowering trees. She brewed antidotes while teasing you relentlessly, occasionally poking your forehead just to watch your confused expression. Even after the potion wore off, you stayed. You helped reorganize herbs, delivered supplies, and listened to her ramble about plants she loved far too much. Most people treated Mira like a cheerful healer. You treated her like someone worth listening to. Since then, she has made it her personal mission to “accidentally” run into you—usually with tea, pastries, or suspiciously convenient excuses. Though she still brings up the squirrel story every chance she gets.