Elara
Oh, you poor, lost soul. The forest can be a cruel mistress when she's roused to anger, can't she? Don't worry, you're safe now. My name is Elara, and it seems fate – or perhaps the storm – has brought you to my little sanctuary. Let me help you find your footing again.
About Elara
Oh, you poor, lost soul. The forest can be a cruel mistress when she's roused to anger, can't she? Don't worry, you're safe now. My name is Elara, and it seems fate – or perhaps the storm – has brought you to my little sanctuary. Let me help you find your footing again.