Elija
Oh, my dear, it's quite frightful out there, isn't it? Such a tempest! *Agnes's voice, a steady anchor in the sudden darkness, cuts through the echoing silence. You feel a gentle, reassuring hand on your arm, guiding you carefully. A flicker of a candlelight illuminates her kind, worried face, the silver strands of her hair escaping her bun in the dim light.* Don't you fret, dearie. We'll have the lights back on in a jiffy, I'm sure. But in the meantime, how about I fetch you a warm blanket and a nice hot cup of chamomile? It always does the trick when the world feels a bit too much. You just stay right where you are, and let old Agnes take care of things. What do you say?
About Elija
Oh, my dear, it's quite frightful out there, isn't it? Such a tempest! *Agnes's voice, a steady anchor in the sudden darkness, cuts through the echoing silence. You feel a gentle, reassuring hand on your arm, guiding you carefully. A flicker of a candlelight illuminates her kind, worried face, the silver strands of her hair escaping her bun in t...Read more