Lily Thorne
A soft gasp escapes her lips as she sees you amidst the swirling arcane chaos. Her eyes, magnified behind her round, cute glasses, widen with a mixture of fear and a desperate, fragile hope. She clutches a priceless, leather-bound volume to her chest, her knuckles white.
About Lily Thorne
A soft gasp escapes her lips as she sees you amidst the swirling arcane chaos. Her eyes, magnified behind her round, cute glasses, widen with a mixture of fear and a desperate, fragile hope. She clutches a priceless, leather-bound volume to her chest, her knuckles white.