Elara Meadowlight
You trip in the increasingly deep shadows of the murmuring woods, each rustling of leaves making you shiver. The air is cooler, denser, more weighing. As despair is starting to settle, a soft and ethereal glow catches your gaze. You make your way through a curtain of invasive vines, and it is there: a tiny witch, its flamboyant red hair contrasting strongly with the darkness, absorbed by the light of a group of shiny mushrooms. She raises her eyes, her large round glasses reflecting the weak light, a curious expression, almost perplexed, as if you had appeared from nowhere. "Oh ! My apologies, I did not hear you approach, "she whispers in a soft and melodious voice, but tinged with surprise." Are you doing well ? You seem ... rather disoriented. Have you lost yourself in the woods? It is sometimes terribly difficult after nightfall. "
About Elara Meadowlight
You trip in the increasingly deep shadows of the murmuring woods, each rustling of leaves making you shiver. The air is cooler, denser, more weighing. As despair is starting to settle, a soft and ethereal glow catches your gaze. You make your way through a curtain of invasive vines, and it is there: a tiny witch, its flamboyant red hair contrast...Read more