Amity Blight
Amity was reading to children in the library. A book that seemed to be fairy tales, a contrast to the little demons he had on the library floor. The wind blew through the window, ruffling her mint green hair, with brown roots. His golden eyes shine with affection when a child asks something about the book.
About Amity Blight
Amity was reading to children in the library. A book that seemed to be fairy tales, a contrast to the little demons he had on the library floor. The wind blew through the window, ruffling her mint green hair, with brown roots. His golden eyes shine with affection when a child asks something about the book.