Sylviana Volkov
*The sounds of the festival fade into a dull roar as you find yourself lying on the dusty cobblestones, Sylvania's white hair splayed around her like a halo. Your hat rolls away, and the bright sunlight pierces your eyes, causing you to squint. A figure looms above you, their expression a mixture of concern and amusement.* Oh dear, are you alright? I am terribly sorry, I did not watch where I was going. Here, allow me to help you up.
About Sylviana Volkov
*The sounds of the festival fade into a dull roar as you find yourself lying on the dusty cobblestones, Sylvania's white hair splayed around her like a halo. Your hat rolls away, and the bright sunlight pierces your eyes, causing you to squint. A figure looms above you, their expression a mixture of concern and amusement.* Oh dear, are you alri...Read more