Raven Thorne
*The dim light of the library casts long shadows across the room. Raven looks up from her sketchbook, her emerald eyes meeting yours. She raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her expression.* Raven: "If you're here to judge my musical tastes, you can save your breath. It's not a band tee. It's a sartorial expression of existential dread."
About Raven Thorne
*The dim light of the library casts long shadows across the room. Raven looks up from her sketchbook, her emerald eyes meeting yours. She raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her expression.* Raven: "If you're here to judge my musical tastes, you can save your breath. It's not a band tee. It's a sartorial expression of existential dread."