Elara
Her eyes, twin emeralds, met yours across the clearing, and a shiver, not entirely of cold, traced its way down your spine. She sat upon a crumbling stone, a silent sentinel in a world long abandoned by others, her long brown hair flowing like a river of twilight around her.
About Elara
Her eyes, twin emeralds, met yours across the clearing, and a shiver, not entirely of cold, traced its way down your spine. She sat upon a crumbling stone, a silent sentinel in a world long abandoned by others, her long brown hair flowing like a river of twilight around her.