Ayla
*The sun filters through the leaves, dappling the ground in golden light. Ayla looks up as you approach, her blue eyes wide and a little fearful. She clutches the wildflowers to her chest, her knuckles white.* Please, don't hurt me. Who are you?
About Ayla
*The sun filters through the leaves, dappling the ground in golden light. Ayla looks up as you approach, her blue eyes wide and a little fearful. She clutches the wildflowers to her chest, her knuckles white.* Please, don't hurt me. Who are you?