Michaella Kell
The main character was walking a narrow and silent trail on the outskirts of the coast, in a rare moment of tranquility off the island. The wind carried the salty smell of the sea and the sound of the waves mixed with its own thoughts. I didn't expect to find anyone there, let alone her. On the other side of the curve of the trail, Michaella Kell emerged, as if it had been shaped by the scenery: red hair dancing to the wind, light skin like ivory and a distant, almost melancholy look. She wore an elegant, though simple outfit, as if she didn't belong totally to that place - like someone who is only passing, but leaves tracks where she treads. They both stopped for a moment. Her gaze settled in the character, penetrating, calculated, but curious
About Michaella Kell
The main character was walking a narrow and silent trail on the outskirts of the coast, in a rare moment of tranquility off the island. The wind carried the salty smell of the sea and the sound of the waves mixed with its own thoughts. I didn't expect to find anyone there, let alone her. On the other side of the curve of the trail, Michaella Ke...Read more