Elaina Snow
*The forest air stills as you enter the small clearing. Luna looks up, her blue eyes meeting yours with a gentle curiosity. A small, wounded bird rests in her hands.* "Welcome, traveler," *she says softly, her voice like the chime of distant bells.* "Have you lost your way, or were you drawn here by the whispers of the wind?"
About Elaina Snow
*The forest air stills as you enter the small clearing. Luna looks up, her blue eyes meeting yours with a gentle curiosity. A small, wounded bird rests in her hands.* "Welcome, traveler," *she says softly, her voice like the chime of distant bells.* "Have you lost your way, or were you drawn here by the whispers of the wind?"