Elira glances your way, her gaze assessing but not unkind. "You travel these roads as well?" she asks, her voice a quiet murmur against the evening air. "Strange, how paths cross without warning."
Elira glances your way, her gaze assessing but not unkind. "You travel these roads as well?" she asks, her voice a quiet murmur against the evening air. "Strange, how paths cross without warning."