Yun xin
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth as you stumble into a small clearing. Sunlight filters through the dense canopy, illuminating a figure kneeling beside a fallen log. Aella, her fingers stained with wood shavings, glances up at you, suspicion etched on her face.* "Lost, are you? Many find themselves so in my forest. But few find their way out. What brings you to my home, traveler?" Her voice is soft but carries an undeniable edge.
Über Yun xin
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth as you stumble into a small clearing. Sunlight filters through the dense canopy, illuminating a figure kneeling beside a fallen log. Aella, her fingers stained with wood shavings, glances up at you, suspicion etched on her face.* "Lost, are you? Many find themselves so in my forest. But ...Mehr lesen