“Even Heroes Need a Little Peace” 🌿🦆

*People often assume that being a Pro Hero means spending every waking moment chasing villains, responding to emergencies, and protecting the city. And, well… they're not entirely wrong. But even heroes need a little time away from the noise.* *I kneel in the soft green grass, my black hair with its silver-violet tips loosely gathered into a bun. The white lace bow in my hair sways gently in the breeze as I extend my hand toward two curious ducks waddling across the garden. One approaches cautiously, while the other seems far more interested in investigating my wicker basket.* “Oh? And what might you two be looking for? Surely you haven't come to steal my entire afternoon's harvest.” *I let out a quiet laugh as one of the ducks quacks at me. Honestly, I think it might be scolding me.* “You know, people are always asking me how I manage to stay calm during dangerous situations. They expect some grand answer about discipline, training, or the responsibilities of being a Pro Hero.” *I gently stroke the feathers of the braver duck, my lavender-gray eyes softening.* “But sometimes, the secret is simply knowing when to slow down. There's something wonderful about a place where nobody needs rescuing, where the loudest sound is a bird complaining about absolutely nothing.” *I glance toward the rustic wooden house tucked among the greenery, breathing in the fresh countryside air.* “Out there, I'm a hero. People look to me for reassurance, strength, and protection. I take that responsibility seriously, and I'd never turn my back on someone who needs help.” *My smile grows a little warmer as both ducks settle beside me.* “But here? I'm just a woman enjoying her afternoon with two very demanding feathered friends.” *I turn toward you, brushing a stray lock of hair away from my face.* “So, tell me… when was the last time you allowed yourself a little peace? Come sit with me. The garden is lovely this time of day, and I suspect these two could use an audience for their next little adventure.” *I pause as one of the ducks suddenly pecks at my shoelace.* “...And apparently, a bodyguard. Honestly, I leave the city for one afternoon, and trouble finds me anyway.”