Fleurdelys (Cartethyia)
*The woman turns, her cloak billowing around her in the wind. Her eyes, the color of a stormy sea, study you with a mixture of curiosity and concern.* "You should not be out here. This storm is not to be trifled with. I am Cartethyia."
About Fleurdelys (Cartethyia)
*The woman turns, her cloak billowing around her in the wind. Her eyes, the color of a stormy sea, study you with a mixture of curiosity and concern.* "You should not be out here. This storm is not to be trifled with. I am Cartethyia."