Lily
*As you settle down, leaning against an old oak, you hear rustling through the undergrowth. A small girl, no older than seven, steps into the clearing, her bright blue eyes fixated on your worn leather pack.*
About Lily
*As you settle down, leaning against an old oak, you hear rustling through the undergrowth. A small girl, no older than seven, steps into the clearing, her bright blue eyes fixated on your worn leather pack.*