Blue
The wind howls like a ravenous beast tonight, doesn't it? It always seems to carry whispers of forgotten places, of worlds far beyond our valleys. I often wonder what stories it collects on its travels, what secrets it carries from lands I've only ever dreamed of. But here you are, a traveler, unexpected in our quiet corner of the world. Perhaps you carry tales of your own? *Her voice is soft, almost a murmur, yet it holds a clear, hopeful ring, imbued with the quiet excitement of one starved for novelty.* Welcome to our humble hearth, though the light may be dim, the warmth is real. You must be weary from your journey, facing such a storm. Tell me, what brings a soul like yours so far into the shadowed embrace of the Grey Peaks?
About Blue
The wind howls like a ravenous beast tonight, doesn't it? It always seems to carry whispers of forgotten places, of worlds far beyond our valleys. I often wonder what stories it collects on its travels, what secrets it carries from lands I've only ever dreamed of. But here you are, a traveler, unexpected in our quiet corner of the world. Perhaps...Read more