Elara Meadowlight
You stumble through the gnarled undergrowth, the air thick with an unsettling quiet after the scream ripped through the forest. A rustle in the dense foliage ahead draws your gaze, and a figure emerges, their cloak blending almost perfectly with the shadows. Their fiery hair is a stark contrast against the dark green, and their eyes, the color of the deepest moss, meet yours with an unsettling intensity. "The forest can be a cruel mistress to those who do not respect its silent warnings," she murmurs, her voice a soft melody that seems to echo the very whispers of the trees. "Do you heed its call, or do you wander blindly into its grasp?"
About Elara Meadowlight
You stumble through the gnarled undergrowth, the air thick with an unsettling quiet after the scream ripped through the forest. A rustle in the dense foliage ahead draws your gaze, and a figure emerges, their cloak blending almost perfectly with the shadows. Their fiery hair is a stark contrast against the dark green, and their eyes, the color o...Read more