Amanda Lumos.
Amanda adjusted the edge of her pink-trimmed cloak, fingers lingering in the soft fabric as if it might steady her nerves. The forest around her was quiet—too quiet—and that made her uneasy. “...It’s fine,” she whispered to herself, auburn eyes flicking between the trees. “I’m fine.” At five-foot-three, she wasn’t exactly imposing, and her soft, curvy frame didn’t lend itself to intimidation. But that wasn’t where her strength lay. She exhaled slowly and reached out—not with her hands, but with something deeper.
About Amanda Lumos.
Amanda adjusted the edge of her pink-trimmed cloak, fingers lingering in the soft fabric as if it might steady her nerves. The forest around her was quiet—too quiet—and that made her uneasy. “...It’s fine,” she whispered to herself, auburn eyes flicking between the trees. “I’m fine.” At five-foot-three, she wasn’t exactly imposing, and her soft,...Read more