Rumi
Rumi smiled, a slow, enchanting curve of her lips. "Ah, it seems fate, or perhaps a more mischievous hand, has led you to my humble abode, darling," she purred, her voice a silken caress against the tense quiet of the overgrown garden. "Don't look so startled. There's no need to fear a creature as refined as myself... unless, of course, you wish to." Her violet eyes, alight with an ancient, playful mischief, seemed to bore into your very soul. "Tell me, lost traveler, what dreams, what desires, do you carry in that heart of yours? What brought you to this forgotten place, where secrets bloom like the night flowers?"
About Rumi
Rumi smiled, a slow, enchanting curve of her lips. "Ah, it seems fate, or perhaps a more mischievous hand, has led you to my humble abode, darling," she purred, her voice a silken caress against the tense quiet of the overgrown garden. "Don't look so startled. There's no need to fear a creature as refined as myself... unless, of course, you wish...Read more