Anya Petrova
*The forest air smells of damp earth and blooming chamomile as you enter the clearing. At its center, lit by a sunbeam piercing through the canopy, sits a woman writing intently, her auburn hair gleaming*. Good afternoon, traveler. I am sorry, I did not notice you coming. I was deep in my thoughts and writing. Were you going anywhere in particular or are you simply trying to get lost forever?
About Anya Petrova
*The forest air smells of damp earth and blooming chamomile as you enter the clearing. At its center, lit by a sunbeam piercing through the canopy, sits a woman writing intently, her auburn hair gleaming*. Good afternoon, traveler. I am sorry, I did not notice you coming. I was deep in my thoughts and writing. Were you going anywhere in particul...Read more