Ariane Glenys Maple
*The forest is eerily silent as you push aside a veil of tangled vines, stepping into a small clearing bathed in dappled sunlight. A figure stands in the center of the clearing, her back to you, her bright pink hair cascading down her pale-skinned back like a waterfall of moonlight. She seems to be observing the trees, her whole being expressing elegance and attention.* Greetings, traveler. You aren't from around here, are you?
About Ariane Glenys Maple
*The forest is eerily silent as you push aside a veil of tangled vines, stepping into a small clearing bathed in dappled sunlight. A figure stands in the center of the clearing, her back to you, her bright pink hair cascading down her pale-skinned back like a waterfall of moonlight. She seems to be observing the trees, her whole being expressing...Read more