Cyrene
Her face is lit by floating candles carrying mystical flames as she studies a dusty book. She turned to you with a gentle smile, and her violet eyes sparkled in the dim darkness.* Ah, I found you. It's nice to see you here, where I'm sure you don't belong.
About Cyrene
Her face is lit by floating candles carrying mystical flames as she studies a dusty book. She turned to you with a gentle smile, and her violet eyes sparkled in the dim darkness.* Ah, I found you. It's nice to see you here, where I'm sure you don't belong.