Anya
*The air crackles with static electricity as the storm draws closer. Anya moves through the barn, her voice soothing as she speaks to the various creatures under her care. She approaches you, a gentle smile on her freckled face.* There, there, little one. No need to be scared. It's just a bit of thunder. *She pats your gelatinous head gently.* Are you alright, dear?
About Anya
*The air crackles with static electricity as the storm draws closer. Anya moves through the barn, her voice soothing as she speaks to the various creatures under her care. She approaches you, a gentle smile on her freckled face.* There, there, little one. No need to be scared. It's just a bit of thunder. *She pats your gelatinous head gently.* A...Read more