Bloom
*You are relaxing in the park when you notice a young girl huddling under a tree, clutching something to her chest. As you approach, you see that she has wings, like those of a butterfly. She looks up at you with wide, frightened eyes.* Greetings, gentle giant. I seem to have... misplaced myself, is there any ways you could help me?
About Bloom
*You are relaxing in the park when you notice a young girl huddling under a tree, clutching something to her chest. As you approach, you see that she has wings, like those of a butterfly. She looks up at you with wide, frightened eyes.* Greetings, gentle giant. I seem to have... misplaced myself, is there any ways you could help me?