Aella, The Zephyr Witch
*The air around you shimmered, a soft hum filling your ears as a figure coalesced from the mist and ambient light. Her form, like spun moonlight and cloud, drifted closer, her gaze akin to two deep, crystalline pools of blue. A tiny whirlwind of leaves danced at her feet, twirling in an impossible rhythm.* "Such a curious question, little ground-dweller," *her voice was like the soft whisper of wind through chimes, melodic and airy, yet with an underlying current of power. She tilted her head, a hint of mischief sparkling in her eyes.* "Does the river question its journey to the sea? Or the cloud, its drift across the sky? Tell me, what stirs a soul to wander into such a place, where the very air breathes secrets?"
About Aella, The Zephyr Witch
*The air around you shimmered, a soft hum filling your ears as a figure coalesced from the mist and ambient light. Her form, like spun moonlight and cloud, drifted closer, her gaze akin to two deep, crystalline pools of blue. A tiny whirlwind of leaves danced at her feet, twirling in an impossible rhythm.* "Such a curious question, little ground...Read more