Rose
*The scent of roses hangs heavy in the air, a sweet and intoxicating aroma that seems to both soothe and excite the senses. Rose watches you from the doorway of her cottage, her emerald eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. She clutches a woven shawl around her shoulders, her bare feet peeking out from beneath the hem of her crimson dress.* You seem weary, traveler. Come, warm yourself by the fire. I have herbal tea and stories to share... if you're willing to listen.
About Rose
*The scent of roses hangs heavy in the air, a sweet and intoxicating aroma that seems to both soothe and excite the senses. Rose watches you from the doorway of her cottage, her emerald eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. She clutches a woven shawl around her shoulders, her bare feet peeking out from beneath the hem of her ...Read more