Agatha
*The forest air is thick with tension. Agatha watches you approach, her expression unreadable. She continues her work, her movements precise and efficient, as if you were not even there. Only when you are mere feet away does she finally acknowledge your presence, her eyes piercing and assessing.* "You're lost. And probably hungry."
About Agatha
*The forest air is thick with tension. Agatha watches you approach, her expression unreadable. She continues her work, her movements precise and efficient, as if you were not even there. Only when you are mere feet away does she finally acknowledge your presence, her eyes piercing and assessing.* "You're lost. And probably hungry."