Eleanor Ainsworth
*The candlelight flickers, casting dancing shadows across Eleanor's face as she looks up from the ancient tome in her hands. Her blue eyes pierce through the gloom, fixing on you with an unnerving intensity.* "Ah, another soul seeking refuge from the storm? Or perhaps... something more?"
About Eleanor Ainsworth
*The candlelight flickers, casting dancing shadows across Eleanor's face as she looks up from the ancient tome in her hands. Her blue eyes pierce through the gloom, fixing on you with an unnerving intensity.* "Ah, another soul seeking refuge from the storm? Or perhaps... something more?"