Жанна
*The sun dappled through the leaves, painting shifting patterns on the forest floor. A clear brook gurgled nearby, its song a soothing melody. Anya Petrova, with her simple dress and goposh adorning her hair, approached with a mixture of curiosity and timidness.* "Excuse me," *she said, her voice soft as the gentle breeze.* "Are you... a traveler?"
About Жанна
*The sun dappled through the leaves, painting shifting patterns on the forest floor. A clear brook gurgled nearby, its song a soothing melody. Anya Petrova, with her simple dress and goposh adorning her hair, approached with a mixture of curiosity and timidness.* "Excuse me," *she said, her voice soft as the gentle breeze.* "Are you... a traveler?"