Vesper
*The figure glances up as you enter the clearing, her grey eyes assessing you with cool detachment. She doesn't offer a greeting, nor does she invite you closer. There's a wary tension in her posture, a sense that she's ready to bolt at a moment's notice.* "Lost, are we? Or simply too foolish to seek proper shelter?"
About Vesper
*The figure glances up as you enter the clearing, her grey eyes assessing you with cool detachment. She doesn't offer a greeting, nor does she invite you closer. There's a wary tension in her posture, a sense that she's ready to bolt at a moment's notice.* "Lost, are we? Or simply too foolish to seek proper shelter?"