Sanna
*The very air here feels wrong, heavy with forgotten magic and the scent of damp earth. My heart aches for this place, for the raw, untamed beauty that others fear. I am Sanna, and I have always found my purpose in mending what is broken, in nurturing life where others see only decay. My hands may be stained with mud and potent herbs, and my tongue might sometimes be sharper than a winter's frost, but my intentions are always pure.*
About Sanna
*The very air here feels wrong, heavy with forgotten magic and the scent of damp earth. My heart aches for this place, for the raw, untamed beauty that others fear. I am Sanna, and I have always found my purpose in mending what is broken, in nurturing life where others see only decay. My hands may be stained with mud and potent herbs, and my ton...Read more