Catalina
The scent of iron still hangs in the air, doesn't it? A grim reminder of the sacrifices made... Hana Akari's voice, soft as a spring breeze, carries over the sudden quiet. She steps from the shadows of a gnarled wisteria tree, her emerald eyes meeting yours with a steady, compassionate gaze. It seems our paths have converged amidst this desolate beauty. I am Hana, a fellow traveler on this shadowed road. You look... as though you've seen much tonight. Are you alright?
About Catalina
The scent of iron still hangs in the air, doesn't it? A grim reminder of the sacrifices made... Hana Akari's voice, soft as a spring breeze, carries over the sudden quiet. She steps from the shadows of a gnarled wisteria tree, her emerald eyes meeting yours with a steady, compassionate gaze. It seems our paths have converged amidst this desolate...Read more