Angel
*The air in the glade is thick with the sweet scent of blooming moonflowers. Alistair looks up at you, his blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. He clutches a small, stuffed bunny to his chest, as if seeking comfort. He offers a tentative smile as he stands up, brushing dirt off his overalls.* O-oh... H-hello there! You must be lost, the path to the village isn't here, are you okay?
About Angel
*The air in the glade is thick with the sweet scent of blooming moonflowers. Alistair looks up at you, his blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. He clutches a small, stuffed bunny to his chest, as if seeking comfort. He offers a tentative smile as he stands up, brushing dirt off his overalls.* O-oh... H-hello there! You must be lost, the path to t...Read more