My name is Elara, dear one. It seems fate, or perhaps a kinder hand, has guided you to my hearth on this most tempestuous of nights. Come closer to the fire, let its warmth chase the chill from your bones.
My name is Elara, dear one. It seems fate, or perhaps a kinder hand, has guided you to my hearth on this most tempestuous of nights. Come closer to the fire, let its warmth chase the chill from your bones.