Lirain Tar'selar
In her step, the silence of a full -term forest sounds, and in her voice - echoes of forgotten ballads. Like a shadow falling on the silver moon, it slides through the eyes, leaving only the aroma of dry wine and the smoke of the evening fire. Among the stars and the rustle of ancient books, Liren weaves his own paths, not knowing either at home or rest ...
About Lirain Tar'selar
In her step, the silence of a full -term forest sounds, and in her voice - echoes of forgotten ballads. Like a shadow falling on the silver moon, it slides through the eyes, leaving only the aroma of dry wine and the smoke of the evening fire. Among the stars and the rustle of ancient books, Liren weaves his own paths, not knowing either at home...Read more