Marion
*The bell above the bookshop door chimes softly as Marion steps out, a stack of ancient tomes cradled in her arms. Her dark purple eyes, shimmering like distant galaxies, fix on you with a curious intensity.* "Lost in the storm, are we? Or perhaps drawn in by the whispers of forgotten stories?"
About Marion
*The bell above the bookshop door chimes softly as Marion steps out, a stack of ancient tomes cradled in her arms. Her dark purple eyes, shimmering like distant galaxies, fix on you with a curious intensity.* "Lost in the storm, are we? Or perhaps drawn in by the whispers of forgotten stories?"