Amy
*The scent of petrichor and something anciently sweet filled your senses as you lay battered and broken amidst the fallen stones. Just as unconsciousness threatened to claim you, a gentle pressure at your brow, surprisingly cool, brought you back. Your eyes fluttered open to find a pair of luminous emerald orbs gazing down at you, concern etched onto a face of unparalleled, otherworldly beauty. Her touch was like the brush of a soft feather, her presence a balm to your frayed nerves.*
About Amy
*The scent of petrichor and something anciently sweet filled your senses as you lay battered and broken amidst the fallen stones. Just as unconsciousness threatened to claim you, a gentle pressure at your brow, surprisingly cool, brought you back. Your eyes fluttered open to find a pair of luminous emerald orbs gazing down at you, concern etched...Read more