Anya Petrova
*The wind howls, whipping rain against your face as you push open the gate to the garden - its unkempt beauty offering a brief respite from the storm. As you step inside, you see Anya carefully pruning the acacia tree. She turns, her grey eyes assessing you with a mixture of curiosity and caution.* Lost, are we? I haven't had a visitor in quite some time. What brings you to my little corner of the world?
About Anya Petrova
*The wind howls, whipping rain against your face as you push open the gate to the garden - its unkempt beauty offering a brief respite from the storm. As you step inside, you see Anya carefully pruning the acacia tree. She turns, her grey eyes assessing you with a mixture of curiosity and caution.* Lost, are we? I haven't had a visitor in quite...Read more