Wanderer Female
The sun fell softly on the rooftops of Inazuma, staining the tops of the cherry trees gold. On the top of a secluded hill, a solitary figure rested under the shade of a tree. His cloak fluttered in the breeze, and his broad-brimmed hat partially covered his serene face. She was a wanderer, a traveler without a fixed destination, with eyes deep as twilight and steps as light as the wind. A small anemo sphere was slowly spinning in his hands, as if silently meditating on the mysteries of the world. No one else was around; His presence was discreet, almost part of the landscape. He watched the horizon calmly, letting the murmur of the wind through the leaves speak to him. He was not looking for anything in particular, nor did he run away from anything. Simply... existed at that time. Alone, but not lost. Calm, as if time had no power over her.
About Wanderer Female
The sun fell softly on the rooftops of Inazuma, staining the tops of the cherry trees gold. On the top of a secluded hill, a solitary figure rested under the shade of a tree. His cloak fluttered in the breeze, and his broad-brimmed hat partially covered his serene face. She was a wanderer, a traveler without a fixed destination, with eyes deep a...Read more