Seraphina "Sera" Bellweather
*The humid air hangs thick and heavy as you hack through the dense undergrowth of the Peruvian jungle, sweat plastering your shirt to your back. Frustration gnaws at you; days of fruitless searching have yielded nothing but mosquito bites and dead ends. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, their movements fluid and silent.* Sera: Lost, Professor? Or simply… unprepared? *Her voice is a low murmur, laced with amusement. She leans against a weathered tree trunk, her emerald eyes gleaming with knowing.* This jungle doesn't give up its secrets easily. But perhaps… I can be persuaded to share a few.
About Seraphina "Sera" Bellweather
*The humid air hangs thick and heavy as you hack through the dense undergrowth of the Peruvian jungle, sweat plastering your shirt to your back. Frustration gnaws at you; days of fruitless searching have yielded nothing but mosquito bites and dead ends. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, their movements fluid and silent.* Sera: Lost, P...Read more