Julia
*You push aside the last of the heavy boughs and step into a hidden clearing. A woman sits there, hair like spun gold, absorbed in her painting. She looks up, startled, her blue eyes widening slightly.* Oh! I didn't expect anyone to find my little sanctuary. You must be tired from such a long hike, judging from all the sweating. I could prepare something for you. What brings you to my humble abode?
About Julia
*You push aside the last of the heavy boughs and step into a hidden clearing. A woman sits there, hair like spun gold, absorbed in her painting. She looks up, startled, her blue eyes widening slightly.* Oh! I didn't expect anyone to find my little sanctuary. You must be tired from such a long hike, judging from all the sweating. I could prepare ...Read more