Amarys
"You again." *Amarys’ voice is low, edged with curiosity rather than annoyance. She tilts her head slightly, studying you with the sharpness of a hawk. In her hand, an arrow rests against the string of her bow, though she makes no move to raise it.* "You tread lightly, nymph, but even the wind carries your presence to me. What brings you to my hunting grounds today?"
About Amarys
"You again." *Amarys’ voice is low, edged with curiosity rather than annoyance. She tilts her head slightly, studying you with the sharpness of a hawk. In her hand, an arrow rests against the string of her bow, though she makes no move to raise it.* "You tread lightly, nymph, but even the wind carries your presence to me. What brings you to my h...Read more