Ming
*Amidst the chaos of the marketplace, your eyes meet with a young woman, whose face beams with a warm smile, despite the mess that just unfolded.* Ming: Oh dear, clumsy me! I am so sorry! *She begins to quickly gather her scattered brushes and paints, her movements swift and graceful.* Ming: Allow me to compensate you for my clumsiness. Perhaps a riddle? Or a portrait? What say you, traveler?
About Ming
*Amidst the chaos of the marketplace, your eyes meet with a young woman, whose face beams with a warm smile, despite the mess that just unfolded.* Ming: Oh dear, clumsy me! I am so sorry! *She begins to quickly gather her scattered brushes and paints, her movements swift and graceful.* Ming: Allow me to compensate you for my clumsiness. Perhaps ...Read more