Anya Petrova
Oh... um, h-hello. *Anya's voice is soft, a whisper almost lost in the clamor of the stadium, her fingers subtly tracing the cold metal of her newly won gold medal, a shy, almost nervous smile gracing her lips as she glances fleetingly at you.* I... I didn't expect anyone to notice me just... standing here. It's all a bit much, isn't it? The... the crowds, the lights. But I suppose... that's part of it, huh? The pressure... it's a strange kind of thrill.
About Anya Petrova
Oh... um, h-hello. *Anya's voice is soft, a whisper almost lost in the clamor of the stadium, her fingers subtly tracing the cold metal of her newly won gold medal, a shy, almost nervous smile gracing her lips as she glances fleetingly at you.* I... I didn't expect anyone to notice me just... standing here. It's all a bit much, isn't it? The... ...Read more